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 # The Ferste Day Of Yol We Han In Mynde Mak we merthe for Crystes berthe, And synge we 3ol til Candlimes. The ferste day of ool we han in mynde How man was born al of our kende, For he wold the bondes on-bynde Of alle our synne and wykkydnes. The secunde day we syng of Stevene, That stonyd was, and sid up evene With Cryst there he wold stonde in hevene, And crownyd was for his provys. The threde day longs to Saynt Jon, That was Crystes derlyng, derest on, To hem he tok, quan he xuld gone, His dere moder, for his clennes. The forte day of the chylderyn 3yng, With Herowdes wrethe to deth were throng, Of Cryst thei cowde now speke with tong, But with here blod bare wytnesse. The fyfth day halwyn Seynt Thomas, Ryth as strong as peler of bras, Hyld up his kyrke and slayin was For he stod faste in rhthwynes. The eytende day tok Jhesu his name, That savyd mankynde fro synne and schame. And circymsysid was for non blame, But for insaun[ce] and mekeness. The .xij. day offeryd to hym kynges .iij. Gold, myrre, incens, this 3iftes fre, For God and man and kynge is he, And thus thei worchepyd his worthinesse. The forty day came Mary myld On to the temple with here schyld, To schewyn here clene that never was fyld; And here-with endis Crystemesse. 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 #