¶ Siþe lombe of love dyede, [folio 129]
And on me ȝelde hys goost with voys;
Men chose me a relyk choys,
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Þe signe of Iesu Crystis Croys,
Þer dar no deuyl abyede:
XXI.
¶ Many folk, I defende fro her foos":
Cristes cros þis sawe he seyde:—
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"Heuene gate was keiyed clos
Til lambe of love now he deyede,
It is write in tixt and glos:
For Cristis deeþ prophetes preyde:
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Till lambe of love deyed and roos
In hell pyne many folk was teyde:
¶ In þe houre of hiȝest noone,
Þe lambe of love seide his þouȝt—
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'All is fullfilled þat well was wrouȝt,
Man is oute of bondys brouȝt
And heuene dorys vndone':
XXXIII.
¶ And I was Cros and kepte þat ȝifte
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Þat ȝeue was of fadres graunt,
I was loked I schulde vp-lifte
Goddis sone and Maydenes faunt [MS. faint.] ,
Noman had schelde of scrifte;
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Þe deuyll stode as lyoun raumpaunt,
Many folk he keighte to hell clifte,
Till þe dyntes of þe cros gan hym adaunte;
¶ My dede is founde and boked,
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All þe werke þat I haue wrouȝte
It was in þe fadres forþouȝte,
Louely lady, lak me nouȝte,
I dyd as I was loked.
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