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by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

The First Day when Christ was Born
Language: English 
Nowell, I thank it a maiden every del.
The first day when Christ was born
There sprung a rose out of a thorn
To save mankind that was forlorn.
I thank it a maiden every del.

In that oxstall the child was found
In poor clothing that child was wound.
He suffered many a deadly wound.
I thank it a maiden every del.

A garland of thorns on his head was set,
A sharp spear to his heart was met;
The people seiden “Take thee that.”
I thank it a maiden every del.

To that pillar he was bounden
To his heart a spear was stungen
For us he suffered a deadly wounden.
I thank it a maiden every del.

Text Authorship:

  • by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

  • by John Edmunds (1913 - 1986), "The First Day when Christ was Born" [voice and piano] [ sung text checked 1 time]

Researcher for this page: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2019-02-07
Line count: 17
Word count: 120

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