¶ Ihesu, my god & my loueli king!
Forsake þou not my desijr;
Mi þouȝt make to be meekinge;
I hate boþe pride & ire.
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¶ Þi wil is al my desirynge;
Of loue kyndele þou þe fier,
Þat y with þi sweete louynge
Wiþ aungils take myn hire.
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¶ Wounde þou myn herte wiþ-inne,
And weelde me at þi wille;
Of blis þat neuere schal blynne,
Þou fastne me þat y not spille.
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¶ Þat y þi loue may wynne, [page 98]
Of grace my þouȝt þou fille,
And make me cleene of synne
Þat y may come þee tille.
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¶ Ihesu! putte in-to myn herte
Þe memorie of þi pyne!
In sijknes, [MS. lijknes.] and eek in qwarte,
Þi loue be euere myne!
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Mi ioie is al of þee;
My soule, take it as þine;
Mi loue euere wexinge be,
So þat y neuere dwynne.
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¶ My loue is euere in siȝinge
While y dwelle in þis way;
Mi loue is in þee longynge,
Þat bindiþ me niȝt & day
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¶ Tille y come vnto my king,
Þere y wone with him may,
And se his fair schynynge
In lijf þat lastiþ ay.
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