III.
But-ȝif we loue hym trewe,
Houre peynys ben in helle,
Ȝarkyd euere newe;
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Who so wele loue trewe
Byhold ihesu on þe croys,
How he heng pale of hewe,
And cryde wiþ mylde voys.
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Me þristiþ he gan to kalle,
Þe iewis herdyn þys,
Eysel meynt wiþ galle
Þey bedyn hym y-wys,
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With an O and an I.
IV.
His þrist was to seyȝe
For loue of manys soule,
Hym longede for to deyȝe;
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Who so be proud in herte
Þynk on god al-myȝt
And on his wowndys smerte,
How rewly he was a-dyȝt;
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Godys sone in trone,
Þat heyȝest is of myȝt,
Tok batayle a-lone
For oure loue to fyȝt,
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With an O and an I.
V.
Þe batayle was so stronge,
At many a betyr wownde.
Þe ryche blod out spronge:
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Trewe turtyl corounyd on hylle,
Þat heyȝest art of kynde,
Þy loue chaungyþ my wille,
