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Religious Lyrics of the XVth Century | ||
8. O Thou, with Heart of Stone
Thou synfull man of resoun þat walkest here vp & downe,
Cast þy respeccyoun one my mortall countenaunce.
Se my blody terys fro my herte roote rebowne,
My dysmayd body chased from all plesaunce,
Perysshed wyth þe swerd moste dedly of vengaunce.
Loke one my sorofull chere & haue ther-of pytee,
Be-wailynge my woo & payne, & lerne to wepe wyth me.
Cast þy respeccyoun one my mortall countenaunce.
Se my blody terys fro my herte roote rebowne,
My dysmayd body chased from all plesaunce,
Perysshed wyth þe swerd moste dedly of vengaunce.
Loke one my sorofull chere & haue ther-of pytee,
Be-wailynge my woo & payne, & lerne to wepe wyth me.
Yf þu can not wepe for my perplexed heuynesse,
Yet wepe for my dere sone, which one my lap lieth ded
Wyth woundis Innumerable for þy wyckednesse,
Made redempcyoun wyth hys blood, spared not hys manhed.
Then þe loue of hym & mornynge of my maydenhed
Schuld chaunge thyne herte, & þu lyst behold & see
Hys deth & my sorow, & lerne to wepe wyth me.
Yet wepe for my dere sone, which one my lap lieth ded
Wyth woundis Innumerable for þy wyckednesse,
Made redempcyoun wyth hys blood, spared not hys manhed.
Then þe loue of hym & mornynge of my maydenhed
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Hys deth & my sorow, & lerne to wepe wyth me.
Thyne herte so indurat is þat þu cane not wepe
ffor my sonnes deth ne for my lamentacyoun?
Than wepe for þy synnes, when þu wakest of þy slepe
And remembre hys kyndnes, hys payne, hys passioun,
And fere not to call to me for supportacyoun.
I am thy frend vnfeyned & euer haue be;
Loue my son, kepe well hys lawes, & come dwell wyth me.
ffor my sonnes deth ne for my lamentacyoun?
Than wepe for þy synnes, when þu wakest of þy slepe
And remembre hys kyndnes, hys payne, hys passioun,
And fere not to call to me for supportacyoun.
I am thy frend vnfeyned & euer haue be;
Loue my son, kepe well hys lawes, & come dwell wyth me.
Religious Lyrics of the XVth Century | ||