Whanne þou were in þraldom þrong,
And turmentid with many a iewe,
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¶ Whanne blood and watir were out wrong,
For beetinge was þi bodi blewe;
As a clot of clay þou were for-clonge,
So deed in þrouȝ þanne men þee þrewe.
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¶ But grace of þi graue grew;
Þou roos up quik coumfort to us.
For hir loue þat þis councel knewe,
So be my coumfort, crist ihesus.
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Ihesu, sooþfast god and man, [page 22]
Two kindis knyt in oon persone,
Þe wondir werk þat þou bigan
Þou hast fulfillid in fleisch & bone.
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¶ Out of þis world wiȝtli þou wan,
Liftynge up þi silf a-loone;
For myȝtili þou roos, & ran
Streiȝt vnto þi fadir in trone.
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¶ Now dare man make no more moone;
For man it is þou wrouȝte þus,
And god wiþ man is maade at oone,
So be my coumfort, crist ihesus.
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¶ Ihesu crist, holi and hende,
Þat beerde was blessid þat bare þee,
Aftir hir whanne þou gan sende,
In heuene blis wiþ þee to bee.
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¶ Out of þis worlde whanne sche wende,
Boþe bodi & soule were sett in see
Hiȝer þan ony of [of in margin.] aungelis kinde,
In troone a-fore þe trynyte.
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¶ Þere may þe sone his modir se [page 23]
In heuene an hiȝ to helpen us;
Þou peerless princes, praie for me!
And be my coumfort, crist ihesus.
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