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THE NATIVITY
Hail, Holy King, asleep in stall,
Of Whom the world hath scorn!

Mary.

Kind gentlefolk, who came to seek
My little Son, new-born and weak;
I thank you, since He cannot speak,
And lift His hand to bless.

At in-going and out-coming
And on your homeward wayfaring,
And wife and wean and everything
Ye hold in tenderness.

Be free from woe where'er ye go,
Kind gentlefolk, that honour so
The Babe that came in frost and snow.
He bids ye go in peace.

To kings and kindly shepherd men,
And dog, and sheep that turn again,
Of His sweet countenance full fain,
Be health and full increase.

The Angels (singing).

Laudamus te, benedicimus te, adoramus te,
Glorificamus te. Gratias agimus tibi
Propter magnam gloriam tuan.

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