Whan þat I am In synne,
Lord, lete me not dey ther-in.
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The pensynnys, þat drewe þe naylys owt
Of fete and handys, alle a-bowt,
And losyd þi bodye from þe tre,
Of myn synnys, lord, lose þou me.
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The iewys þat spytte, lorde, in thy face
Ze suffyrd alle, and gaffe them grace;
That I haue gylte or ony man me,
It be for-zeue for þat peté.
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