Thus wolde my spouse for me fiȝt,
And for me was woundid sore,
For my loue his deeþ was diȝt;
What loue myȝte he kiþe more?
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¶ To ȝelde his loue haue y no myȝte
But loue him hertili þerfore,
And worche weel with werkis riȝt
Þat he haþ lerid me with loueli lore.
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Wiþ loueli lore his werkis to fille, [page 19]
Weel ouȝte y, wrecche, if y were kynde,
Nyȝt & day to worche his wille,
And euere haue þat lord in mynde.
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¶ But goostli foos greuen me ille,
And my freel fleisch makiþ me blinde;
Þerfore his mercy y take me tille,
For betere bote can y noon fynde.
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Betere bote is noon to me
Þan to his mercy truli me take
Þat with his fleisch haþ made me free,
And me, wrecche, his childe wole make.
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¶ I praie þat lord for his pitee
Þat he for synne me not forsake,
But ȝeue me grace fro synne to flee,
And him to loue let me neuere slake.
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Ihesu, for þe swetnes þat in þee is,
Have mynde of me whan y hens wende,
With stidfast truþe my wittis þou wis,
And, lord, þou scheelde me from þe feende!
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¶ For þi mercy forȝeue me my mys, [page 20]
Þat wickid werk my soule neuere schende,
And lede me, lord, in-to þi blis,
With þee to wone withoute eende.
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AMEN.
