When he were drawe in tendre age, [folio 99]
To dryue adoun þe deueles bost.
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(13) REdde michi leticiam salutaris tui: & spiritu principali confirma me.
Of þine helþe ȝyue me þe blisse,
And strengþe me with þi spirit cheef;
And alle my fyuë wittes þou wisse,
That I may lyue as þee is leef,
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And þou maist my langor lysse,
That brouȝtest man to gret boncheef;
So late me neuer þi mercy mysse,
When I am gurt with gostly greef.
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(14) DOcebo iniquos uias tuas: & impij ad te co[n]uertentur.
To þe wickid I schal þe [for þi] waies teche,
The synneful schulle to þee conuerte.
Synful man, be war of wreche,
And þenke on crystës hede & herte!
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Brest & hert was bete to bleche,
On barë bodi, with-outë sherte;
To rewe on him I wol þee preche,
But alas! þer wolde no teer oute sterte.
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(15) LIbera me de sanguinibus, deus meus salutis mee: & exaltabit lingua mea iusticiam tuam.
Delyuere me fram blameful [m, n, alterd.] blode, [folio 99b]
My lord, god of myn [m, n, alterd.] helþe;
And my mouþe schal with myldë mode
Apertely schewe þi sely selþe.
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Thi riȝtful blode ran doun on rode
To waschen vs fram oure fleschly felþe;
Agayn many a storme þou stode
To wyssen vs fro þe worldës welþe.
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