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(12) The song of graces of alle seintes upon Paske day. [folio 101]
[4 stanzas of 7 lines each, ababb, cc.]
(1)
HOnured be thu, blisfull lord a-bove,
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That vowchidsaffë this iourny to take,
Man to become, only for man-is love,
And deth to suffre, for my synnës sake;
So hast thu vs owt of the bondë schake,
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Of Sathanas, þat held us longe in peyne:
Honured be thu, Ihesu souereyne!
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(2)
Full evele I dede, whan I the appil took;
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I wend to haue had therbi prosperite;
It satte so ny my sidës, þat thei ooke;
To greet myschief I fill from hey degre,
And alle my issue, for be-cause of me;
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Now hast þou, lord, restored all a-geyn:
Honured be thu, Ihesu souereyne!
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(3)
So richëly þou hast refresshèd vs,
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And vs counfórted with thi feste riall;
So swet a fruyt, & so delicïows,
So faire it is, and so celestiall,
That oure disease now is forgotten all,
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This fruyt hath so visíted eueri veyne:
Honured be thu, Ihesu souereyne!
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(4)
This may be called weel the fruyt of liff.
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The fruyt of deth, was wherof I asaide;
That, be thi Iugëment diffinitiffe,
ffoure thowsande yere I was ful ille araide,
Til þat this fruyt, þat born was of a maide,
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haddë reformed: therefor lat vs seyn,
Honured be thu, Ihesu souereyn!
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