Libera me, domine.
(42)
¶ Delyuere me, lord, from endeles deþe
In þat grete dredful day,
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Where heuenys schullen be styred from erþe breþe,
Whenne þou shalt come to deme for ay.
To heuen, or helle, þat on he geþ;
Þe word be fyre, and grete afray.
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Þanne, woo to the synful, his soule sleþ,
And fendys claymen hym for here pray.
(43)
¶ That day shal be a day of drede,
Of wraþþe and myschyf, and wrechidnesse.
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Þere may no man oþere rede,
Ne make amendis for his mysse.
ffor worldly witnesse of synful ded,
Gostly payne in bitternesse.
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Þere helpeþ neþer counseil ne med;
Ech man for hymself, to payne, or blysse.
(44)
¶ What shal y say for shame and drede,
Or what to do, fool and nys,
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Whanne y shal schewe forþ no good dede
Byfore so gret iuge and wys?
Al folk on me woln take hede,
Wayte after vertue, and fynde vys.
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Say, "God, mercy, þy dome y drede,
ffor in þe, al mercy lys."
(45)
¶ Now, crist, of þy mercie we craue,
Haue mercie on vs, and leue noȝt,
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We byseche þe, þat come [folio 127b] mankynde to saue.
To bye vs, þou from heuene vs soȝt,
Oure herytage for vs to haue.
Þat wern lorn, þou hast boȝt.
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Wyl noȝt dampne in helle kaue,
Thy honde warke þou hast wroȝt.
