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EASTER SONGS.
111. Christ Triumphant
I haue laborede sore and suffered deyȝth,and now I Rest and draw my breyght;
but I schall come and call Ryght sone
heuene and erght and hell to dome;
and thane schall know both devyll and mane,
What I was and what I ame.
112. Aloft is Risen the Great Illuminer
Off þe Resurrectioun of crist.
O mothir of God, Inuolat virgin mary,
Exult in Ioy and consolacioun!
On loft is ryssyn þe gret Illumynar,
The lampe þat lichtnes euery regioun.
Thy glorius birth, þe blisfull orient sone,
With Ioy is partit fra þe subtell nycht;
His bemes persit hes þe skyis doun,
Quhois blyssit vp-rissing glades euery wycht.
Exult in Ioy and consolacioun!
On loft is ryssyn þe gret Illumynar,
The lampe þat lichtnes euery regioun.
Thy glorius birth, þe blisfull orient sone,
With Ioy is partit fra þe subtell nycht;
His bemes persit hes þe skyis doun,
Quhois blyssit vp-rissing glades euery wycht.
Be glaid, ye angellis and ye archangellis cleir!
Ȝoure wailȝeand prince, victorius in battall,
Met with all hevinlie melody and cheir;
And to ȝoure king ȝe sing, ‘haill, victour, haill!’
That hes in erd ourecumyn with gret travell,
And hes of hell þe power put to flicht,
And þair strang portes priulie done assale,
Quhois glaid vprissing blithis euery wycht.
Ȝoure wailȝeand prince, victorius in battall,
Met with all hevinlie melody and cheir;
And to ȝoure king ȝe sing, ‘haill, victour, haill!’
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And hes of hell þe power put to flicht,
And þair strang portes priulie done assale,
Quhois glaid vprissing blithis euery wycht.
Be blicht, mankind, and gif god Laude & glore,
That hes þi lyne relaxit of þe Lymbe
Quhilk [OMITTED]
[OMITTED] into presoun sumtyme dirk and dym.
Honour with houres and with antane & hyme
The saikles lorde, þat slane was for þi slycht,
The pasche lambe, þat on þe croce did clym,
Quhois blith vprissing glaides euery wycht.
That hes þi lyne relaxit of þe Lymbe
Quhilk [OMITTED]
[OMITTED] into presoun sumtyme dirk and dym.
Honour with houres and with antane & hyme
The saikles lorde, þat slane was for þi slycht,
The pasche lambe, þat on þe croce did clym,
Quhois blith vprissing glaides euery wycht.
The mychty, strange, victorius campyoun,
With hie Imperiall Laude, hes done returne,
With palme of glory and with Lawre croune,
With his all-weilding father to soiorne,
Quhois palice hie schynes abone saturn,
Off quhame etheriall sternes takis Lich[t],
Quhome hevin and erd dois honour & adurn,
Quhois glaid vprissing blithis euery wycht.
With hie Imperiall Laude, hes done returne,
With palme of glory and with Lawre croune,
With his all-weilding father to soiorne,
Quhois palice hie schynes abone saturn,
Off quhame etheriall sternes takis Lich[t],
Quhome hevin and erd dois honour & adurn,
Quhois glaid vprissing blithis euery wycht.
Wnto his trone, with hie tryvmphald tryne,
Is gone þis glorius prince of most degre,
With sang of all þe angellis ordouris nyne,
Off sound excellyng in suavite—
To quhois incomprehensable maieste,
Superlatyve and Innosable mycht,
Be infynite laude in tyme & vnite,
Quhois glaid vprissing blithis euery wycht.
Is gone þis glorius prince of most degre,
With sang of all þe angellis ordouris nyne,
Off sound excellyng in suavite—
To quhois incomprehensable maieste,
Superlatyve and Innosable mycht,
Be infynite laude in tyme & vnite,
Quhois glaid vprissing blithis euery wycht.
ffinis
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113. The Lord is Risen from Death to Life
Off the Resurrectioun.
Thow that in prayeris hes bene lent
In prayaris and in abstinance,
ffor thy trespassis penitent,
Confessit and cleyne of all offence,
Ris with þe Lambe of Innocence
To den þat did þe dragoun drif
This day, with hie mangnificence.
The Lord Is rissin fra deth to Life.
In prayaris and in abstinance,
ffor thy trespassis penitent,
Confessit and cleyne of all offence,
Ris with þe Lambe of Innocence
To den þat did þe dragoun drif
This day, with hie mangnificence.
The Lord Is rissin fra deth to Life.
The sing triumpand of þe croce
Schew, to confound þe feindis feid,
And quhen he fechtis with maist force,
With confessioun hald doun his heid.
Ris with thy ransonar fra dede,
And the of all þi synnis schrife.
Thow Rew apoun his woundis reid,
That for þe deit and rais on Live.
Schew, to confound þe feindis feid,
And quhen he fechtis with maist force,
With confessioun hald doun his heid.
Ris with thy ransonar fra dede,
And the of all þi synnis schrife.
Thow Rew apoun his woundis reid,
That for þe deit and rais on Live.
And þou þat art in hert so dour
That nocht for his gret passioun growis,
Behald þi meik, sueit Saluiour,
The to enbrace, how þat he bowis.
Se how he mertirit wes with Iowis
And how he stud for þe in strif.
Hes he þi lufe, all he allowis
That for þe deit and Rais on live.
That nocht for his gret passioun growis,
Behald þi meik, sueit Saluiour,
The to enbrace, how þat he bowis.
Se how he mertirit wes with Iowis
And how he stud for þe in strif.
Hes he þi lufe, all he allowis
That for þe deit and Rais on live.
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And þou þat art in errour dirkit,
ffollow thy Lord—the way Is plane—
And off his futsteppis be nocht Irkit
That tuke þi gidschip with sic pane.
Quhen þow gois wrang, returne agane
And with þi ransoner rewife.
Lang in syn þou ly not plane,
Bot Ris with him fra ded to life.
ffollow thy Lord—the way Is plane—
And off his futsteppis be nocht Irkit
That tuke þi gidschip with sic pane.
Quhen þow gois wrang, returne agane
And with þi ransoner rewife.
Lang in syn þou ly not plane,
Bot Ris with him fra ded to life.
O man, þat wes in syn disparit
Tak now gude hope and haue contricioun.
ffor [þow] þat Rebell was declarit
Hes of þi realmes Restitucioun;
Now blindit Is þi Inhibitioun
With the blud of cristis woundis five,
And seillit agane Is thy remissioun,
To Ris with him fra ded to life.
Tak now gude hope and haue contricioun.
ffor [þow] þat Rebell was declarit
Hes of þi realmes Restitucioun;
Now blindit Is þi Inhibitioun
With the blud of cristis woundis five,
And seillit agane Is thy remissioun,
To Ris with him fra ded to life.
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