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¶ Haue mynde on me, lord, and take hede
Of fen of erthe þou dede me make.
In-to dust aȝen þou shalt me lede,
My soule from þe body take.
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My flesch is ful sleper atte nede,
And solpeþ my soule wiþ synnes blake.
Lord god, þy dome y drede.
Whanne þou comest, y mon awake.
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¶ My hert shulde be stedefast,
Þou hast lopred as mylk, and slep in þouȝt,
Riȝt as chese þou croddest me fast.
I wyte my synnes þat y wrouȝt.
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Lord, alle my synnes away þou cast,
Bote wiþ my synnes cast me noȝt.
Þou knowest how longe my lyf shulde last;
Þou sette my terme, y passe it noȝt.
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¶ Þou cloþedest me with flesch and skyn,
With bones and synewes made me to-gyder;
Lyf and mercy ȝaf me withyn;
As brotel vessel y stonde slyder.
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Þy sechyng haþ kepyd my gost with wyn.
A, lord, whenne þou comest hyder
To deme al erþe, þy domes to twyn
Þouȝ I wolde fle, I not noȝt whyder.
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¶ To deme þe erthe whanne þou wendys,
Fro face of þy wraþþe whyder shal I go?
To hyde me wiþ angels aren goddis frendys?
And god me hate, þay ben my fo.
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And I hyde me in helle among fendys,
In pyne þay wolen tormente me so.
I haue synned [folio 125b] riȝt moche, my synne me schendys.
Me thynke þay waxen mo and mo.
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