 | Die Gedichte des Franziskaners Jakob Ryman |  |
X. O benigna, laude digna,
Tuo nato nos consigna.
1
Sith Criste hath take both flesshe and blodeFor thy clennes and thy myelde mode
And bought mankynde vpon the rode,
Tuo nato nos consigna.
2
Sith euery man atte nede doth fleeFor helpe and comforte vnto the,
For synne that we ay lost not be,
Tuo nato nos consigna.
3
Sith by reason, by right and skilleThy sonne thy wille ay woll fulfille,
That the fende ille mankynde not spille,
Tuo nato nos consigna.
179
4
Sith thou art quene of euery coostAnd thy sonne king of myghtes moost,
So that for synne we be not loost,
Tuo nato nos consigna.
5
Sith Crist, thy sonne, hath take of theFourme of mankynde, like as we be,
To bringe vs fro captiuitee,
Tuo nato nos consigna.
6
Sith man to god by the is knytteAnd aboue alle aungellis doth sitte,
That we come not into helle pitte,
Tuo nato nos consigna.
| Die Gedichte des Franziskaners Jakob Ryman | |