Lord, late me neuer werke begynne
That in any wyse may displese the;
And, som tyme though I fro the twyn,
Yet, lord, Parce michi, domine.
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Quantas habeo iniquitates et peccata, scelera mea atque delicta ostende michi.
What wykednes all that I haue,
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With my synnes all on an hepe,
Shewe me hem, or I go to graue,
That I for hem may sore wepe;
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My soule, lord, that I may saue
ffrom the pyt of hell so depe,
Where synful soules tumble and raue,
In endeles woo ataketh good kepe.
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Toodes of hem doth crowde and crepe,
In suche peynes the soules be.
ffrom that place I may nat kepe
Withouten Parce michi, domine.
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Cur faciem tuam abscondis, et arbitraris me inimi|cum tuum?
Why hydest thow fro me thy face
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That ys so full of all fayrenesse?
I mene thys somtyme thy grace,
That thow withdrawest and yeuest me lace.
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As thyne enemy thow dost me chace,
Demyng me in grete hardnesse.
Thy loue fayne wold I purchase
Yef thow wolt me hit graunte of thy goodnes.
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Now graunte me, lord, suche stedfastnes,
That I may stande in oo degre,
And though I fall thorow brotylnes,
Lorde, Parce michi, domine.
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Contra folium quod vento rapitur, ostendis poten|ciam tuam, et stipulam siccam persequeris.
