Þi pouwer, lord, whon þow were ded,
Hit was hud in þy godhed; [cf. XIX, v. 131.]
As gras is stomped for medicyne,
So were þou fruscht wiþ muche pyne;
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Allas for deol, boþe euen and Morn,
Þe Croune of blisse lai vnder a þorn! [Cf. XIX, v. 131: Heu corona glorie iacuit sub spina.]
Now of þe Maunde of Ihesu crist.
At euensong-tyme of his Maunde
Þenk; wiþ hou gret Charite
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He wuȝsch his owne apostles feete,
And of his Bodi alle þei ete
As he heom ȝaf in bredes heuȝ,
And to Iudas, þat waried Ieuȝ,
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Þauȝ he him wuste in synne derne,
His flesch & blood ȝit nolde he him werne.
Ensaumple herof þe prest may haue
Non hosul to werne hose wol hit craue,
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In priue synne þouȝ he him knowe—
To warne hym stilly is best, I trowe.
At cumplin-tyme: of his passion, and of his buriinge.
At Cumplin þenk wiþ good entent
Hou crist in to a gardyn went
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After þe Maunde, forto prey
His ffader þat passion to don a-wey;
Þe Monhede of hym so sore dredde þat
Þat blod & water þer so he swat
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Þat hit dropped doun in þat place
In to þe eorþe from his face.
Of þe buryinge of Ihesu crist.
ÞEnk at Cumplyn: þe bodi of crist
Was leid in graue til his vpryst,
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Þat Ioseph diȝte for him-self hadde;
And in Sendel he him cladde,
Wiþ Mirre and Aloyne, good oynement,
He Baumede him, wiþ good entent.—
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Lord, ȝif me grace swetnes to fynde
Þeos Vres þus to haue in mynde,
