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Oremus, Domine ihesu christe.
We þe byddeþ, ihesu cryst,
Godes sone alyue,
Sete crouche, pyne and passyoun,
And þy deþe þat hys ryue,
Godes sone alyue,
Sete crouche, pyne and passyoun,
And þy deþe þat hys ryue,
By-tuext ous and iugement,
Þat no fend ous ne schende,
Nou, ne wanne þe tyme comþe
Þet we scholle hennes wende;
Þat no fend ous ne schende,
Nou, ne wanne þe tyme comþe
Þet we scholle hennes wende;
And ȝyf þe lyues mylse and grace,
Þe dede red and reste,
Holy cherche acord and pays,
Ous glorye and lyf þat beste;
Þe dede red and reste,
Holy cherche acord and pays,
Ous glorye and lyf þat beste;
Þat leuest and regnest wyþ þe fader
Þer neuer nys no pyne,
And also wyþ þe holy gost,
Euere wyþ-oute fyne.
Þer neuer nys no pyne,
And also wyþ þe holy gost,
Euere wyþ-oute fyne.
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