Another old English carol. I’m taken with the second line’s expression of the incarnation.

Nowell, nowell, nowell.

Out of your sleep arise and wake,
For God mankind now hath y-take
All of a maid without any make [fault];
Of all women she beareth the bell.
Alleluia.

Nowell, nowell, nowell.

Now, blessed Brother, grant us grace,
A’ Domesday to see thy face,
And in thy court to have a place,
That we mow there sing Nowell.
Alleluia.

Nowell, nowell, nowell.

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