Þat hadde vs in cheynes stoken,
Wrappid in synnes many on.
Þe fendis are flowen, þe cheynes are broken,
And god and man are wel at on.
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¶ ffirst whan god wiþ man was wroþ,
Þat Adam forfeted for his vys,
Man to angels was so loþ,
Þey dreuen hym out of paradys.
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To amende here foly, god so wys,
Wiþ fals iewes let hym slon;
Here raunsom was his blod o prys;
So was god and man at on.
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¶ And ȝit a ferly more byfelle,
Þat god dede þurgh his grete myȝt:
Þe soules he loued, he fet fro helle
To paradys among his angels bryȝt.
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Hem þouȝte þat was a wonder syȝt,
Among here frendes, brynge here foon.
Al on wrong, god made riȝt:
So made god angels and man at on.
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¶ The þridde sawȝtenyng mowe ȝe proue.
When posteles stryuen for hiȝe degre,
God spak to hem a word of loue,
And seyde, "pes wiþ ȝow be!
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Elles ȝe may not folwe me,
But ȝe will in my gates gon."
So god bond man in charite,
Byddis man and man be wel at on.
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¶ The ferþe sawȝtenyng, god vs tauȝte,
Þat best may kepe eche in state.
Let body and soule to-gydre be sauȝte,
Kepe god [folio 110a] wiþ-yn ȝoure ynnere ȝate.
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