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102. ‘Thou Sinful Man that by Me Goes’
The Dollorus complant of oure lorde
Apoune þe croce Crucifyit
Apoune þe croce Crucifyit
Now herkynnis wordis wunder gude,
How Ihū crist hang on þe rude;
With lufly speche and myld mude,
He schew till man
How he fra hell,
With panis fell,
Oure saulis wan.
How Ihū crist hang on þe rude;
With lufly speche and myld mude,
He schew till man
How he fra hell,
With panis fell,
Oure saulis wan.
‘Thow synfull man þat by me gais,
Ane quhyle to me þou turne þi face!
Behald my body, in euerylk place,
How it is dicht,
All to-rent,
And all to-schent,
Man, for thy plycht.
Ane quhyle to me þou turne þi face!
Behald my body, in euerylk place,
How it is dicht,
All to-rent,
And all to-schent,
Man, for thy plycht.
Man, fra me þou ga not ȝit!
Behalde my handes & my feit,
How þai ar knaggit with nalis gret
Wnto ane tre;
Thir depe woundis,
Þir harde stoundis,
I tholit for the.
Behalde my handes & my feit,
How þai ar knaggit with nalis gret
Wnto ane tre;
Thir depe woundis,
Þir harde stoundis,
I tholit for the.
Behald my croun of thornis kene,
The Iowis thrang on my heid in tene,
Tua theifis I was hangit betuen
With gret dispyte,
This mekill vnseill
Þou seis me feill,
Man, I the wyte.
The Iowis thrang on my heid in tene,
Tua theifis I was hangit betuen
With gret dispyte,
This mekill vnseill
Þou seis me feill,
Man, I the wyte.
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Behald hertlie vnto my syde;
Thair ma þou se ane wound full wyde,
That maid was with ane speir full reid
Wnto my hert—
This anger, þis wa
Þou seis me ta,
Thy syn it gart.
Thair ma þou se ane wound full wyde,
That maid was with ane speir full reid
Wnto my hert—
This anger, þis wa
Þou seis me ta,
Thy syn it gart.
Behalde my schankis and my kneis,
Body, heid, armes and theis;
Behald, on me na thing þou seis
Bot sorrow and pyne—
Thus was I spylt,
Man, for þi gylt
And not for myne.
Body, heid, armes and theis;
Behald, on me na thing þou seis
Bot sorrow and pyne—
Thus was I spylt,
Man, for þi gylt
And not for myne.
Me Rewis for mary, my moder mylde,
That murnis so sair for me hir chylde;
ffor sche me saw þusgait revylde,
In alkin thyng
Leid as ane tyke,
& theif-lyke,
On gallowis to hyng.
That murnis so sair for me hir chylde;
ffor sche me saw þusgait revylde,
In alkin thyng
Leid as ane tyke,
& theif-lyke,
On gallowis to hyng.
Behalde how, with þair rapis teuch,
The Iowis fell my lymmes oute dreuch,
ffor þat na lymme was meit aneuch
Unto þe bore.
This anger, þis wa,
Þou seis me ta,
I tholit þe for.
The Iowis fell my lymmes oute dreuch,
ffor þat na lymme was meit aneuch
Unto þe bore.
This anger, þis wa,
Þou seis me ta,
I tholit þe for.
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Man, vnderstande eik þou sall,
In-steid of drink þai gaif me gall;
Asaill myngit þair with-all
Thai Iowes fell.
Man, sickerly
Þir panis thole I,
To saif þi saule fra hell.
In-steid of drink þai gaif me gall;
Asaill myngit þair with-all
Thai Iowes fell.
Man, sickerly
Þir panis thole I,
To saif þi saule fra hell.
Behalde my corps, how Iowis it dang
With knoppit quhippis, with scurgis lang;
As stryndis of wellis, my blude oute sprang
On euerylk syde,
Weill ma þou wit,
Quhair knoppis hit
Maid wondis full wyde.
With knoppit quhippis, with scurgis lang;
As stryndis of wellis, my blude oute sprang
On euerylk syde,
Weill ma þou wit,
Quhair knoppis hit
Maid wondis full wyde.
ffor þe, man, þou sall vnderstande,
In body, heid, fute and hande,
ffyve hundreth woundis, & fyve thousande,
And þairto sexty
And fyftene,
Was taulde & sene
On my body.
In body, heid, fute and hande,
ffyve hundreth woundis, & fyve thousande,
And þairto sexty
And fyftene,
Was taulde & sene
On my body.
Behalde, on me nocht hale was left—
And ȝit, fra me or þou war reft,
All thir panis, I wald tholl eft
And for the de.
Heir may thou se
Þat I luf the
Moist hertfullie.
And ȝit, fra me or þou war reft,
All thir panis, I wald tholl eft
And for the de.
Heir may thou se
Þat I luf the
Moist hertfullie.
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Sen I throu lufe hes bocht þe deir,
As þou thy-self þe suth seis heir,
I pray the hertlie, with gude cheir,
Luffe me agane
That it like me,
Þat for þe
Thollis all this pane.
As þou thy-self þe suth seis heir,
I pray the hertlie, with gude cheir,
Luffe me agane
That it like me,
Þat for þe
Thollis all this pane.
Gif þou þi life in syn hes led,
To ask me marcy, be þou nocht dred,
ffor þe lest drop I for þe sched
May clenge þe sone,
And all þe syn,
þis warld within,
That þou hes done.
To ask me marcy, be þou nocht dred,
ffor þe lest drop I for þe sched
May clenge þe sone,
And all þe syn,
þis warld within,
That þou hes done.
I wes wraithar with Iudas
ffor he wald me na marcy as,
Than I wes for his gret trespas
Quhen he me sauld.
I wes reddy
to gif marcy—
Ask he nocht wald.
ffor he wald me na marcy as,
Than I wes for his gret trespas
Quhen he me sauld.
I wes reddy
to gif marcy—
Ask he nocht wald.
Cayam, þat his brothir sleuch,
Mycht haue had marcy weill aneuch,
Bot wanhop him fra mercy dreuch—
He wald ask nane.
Thairfor in hell,
euer to duell,
His saule Is gane.
Mycht haue had marcy weill aneuch,
Bot wanhop him fra mercy dreuch—
He wald ask nane.
Thairfor in hell,
euer to duell,
His saule Is gane.
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Sanct peter, þat me thris forsuke
Apoun a nycht, as sayis þe buke,
Vnto my mercy he him tuke—
My marcy gat he—
In hert had cair
Þat he sa sair
Had grevit me.
Apoun a nycht, as sayis þe buke,
Vnto my mercy he him tuke—
My marcy gat he—
In hert had cair
Þat he sa sair
Had grevit me.
Paule, Magdalen and mony ma,
That in þis warld wrocht mekill wa,
Without marcy paste nocht me fra,
Quhen thai It aste.
But þair askyng
in alkin thing
Thai had als fast.
That in þis warld wrocht mekill wa,
Without marcy paste nocht me fra,
Quhen thai It aste.
But þair askyng
in alkin thing
Thai had als fast.
The theif þat hang on my rycht syid,
Ane littill quhile befor he deit,
Eftir mercy sa fast he cryit
On reuthfull wise.
Thairfor with me
þe day Is he
In paradice.
Ane littill quhile befor he deit,
Eftir mercy sa fast he cryit
On reuthfull wise.
Thairfor with me
þe day Is he
In paradice.
I wer full laith for-suth to tyne
Thy saule, I wane with mekill pyne,
All þe defalt it salbe þin
Gif I þe þarne.
Now ask mercy,
þi fader am I,
And thou my barne.
Thy saule, I wane with mekill pyne,
All þe defalt it salbe þin
Gif I þe þarne.
Now ask mercy,
þi fader am I,
And thou my barne.
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Now luke þat I find þe kind,
And haue my passioun in þi mynd,
And sickerly þou sall me find
Kindle the to,
Helpand in neid
in alkin deid
Thou hes ado.
And haue my passioun in þi mynd,
And sickerly þou sall me find
Kindle the to,
Helpand in neid
in alkin deid
Thou hes ado.
I[n]steid of luf nocht ask I the,
Bot faynd þe fast fra syn to fle;
Pane the to leife in cherite
Baith nycht and day.
Than in my blis,
þat neuer sall mys,
Thou sall duell ay.
Bot faynd þe fast fra syn to fle;
Pane the to leife in cherite
Baith nycht and day.
Than in my blis,
þat neuer sall mys,
Thou sall duell ay.
Now, Ihū, for thy gret gudnes,
As thow for man thollit herdnes,
Grant ws to lef in cleynes,
And marcy send.
And grant ws grace
to se thy face
In hewin but end.
As thow for man thollit herdnes,
Grant ws to lef in cleynes,
And marcy send.
And grant ws grace
to se thy face
In hewin but end.
Amen.
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