Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # In This Tyme Cryst Hast Us Sent Man, be glad in halle and bour, This tyme was born our savyour. In this tyme Cryst haot us sent His owyne sone in present, To dwelle with us verement, To ben our helpe and socour. In this tyme ros a sterre cler Over Bedlem, as bryot as fer, In tokenyng that he hadde non per, Lord, god, kyng, and emperour. In this tyme it is be-falle, He that deyid for us alle, Born he was in assis stalle, Of Mary, that swete flour. In this tyme kemyn thre kynges, He kemyn fro fer, with ryche thinges, For to makyn here offerynges, On here knen with gret honour. In this tyme prey we To hymn that deyid on the tre, On us have mercy and pete, And bryng us alle to his tour! Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #