(26)
¶ A, go away a lytel hym fro,
In mendement that he mow rest
Tyl the day he ȝerned so,
A, of harde man, come þat is best.
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Lord, haue no mynde to do me wo,
fforber my synnes wolde make me lest.
Lord, whenne þou comest to deme so
Al þe world be fyre, boþe est and west,
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God, in þy syȝt þy way y go
Ryȝt ham; in þy fayþ me fest!
(27)
¶ Lord, whenne þou demest alle þyng in riȝt,
Wher mercie shal noȝt knawen be;
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Ryȝt leseþ noȝt his myȝt,
Þouȝ mercie be in companye.
Mercy is euere in þy syȝt,
For mercie euere þyn eyȝen se.
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Wher-euere þy dome is dyȝt,
Riȝt claymeþ mercie for his fee.
Lectio sexta: Quis mihi hoc tribuat.
(28)
¶ Who ȝeueþ to me, þat y me hyde
Tylle þy wraþþe in helle be past?
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Withouten pyne, þy dome to byde,
Tyl body and soule aȝen be fast?
With arguments noȝt me chyde!
Þou knowest how longe my lyf shal last.
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Lord, lat mercie be my gyde,
And neuere fro þy face me cast!
(29)
¶ Þou set me a tyme; couenant is tan.
Haue mynde on me, what dome is diȝt.
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Trowest þou ouȝt þat y, dede man,
Shal haue aȝeyn man of myȝt,
And ȝelde rekenyng sen y bygan
With alle dayes þat y now fyȝt?
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Now I abyde þat I fro ran, [folio 126b]
Tyl my folwyng come to myn insiȝt.
