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129. A Morning Prayer
Ihū, lord, blyssed þu be!
ffore all þis nyght þu hast me kepe
ffrome þe fend & his poste,
wheþer I wake or þat I slepe.
ffore all þis nyght þu hast me kepe
ffrome þe fend & his poste,
wheþer I wake or þat I slepe.
In grete deses & dedly synne
Many one þis nyght fallyn has,
That I my selue schuld haue fallyn In,
Hadyst þu not kepyd me with thi grace.
Many one þis nyght fallyn has,
That I my selue schuld haue fallyn In,
Hadyst þu not kepyd me with thi grace.
Lord, gyffe me grace to þi worschype
This dey to spend in þi plesanse,
And kepe me fro wyked felyschipe,
And frome þe fendis comb[er]ance.
This dey to spend in þi plesanse,
And kepe me fro wyked felyschipe,
And frome þe fendis comb[er]ance.
Ihū, my tunge þu reule all so
That I not speke bot it be nede,
Hertly to pray fore frend & fo,
And herme no mane in word ne dede.
That I not speke bot it be nede,
Hertly to pray fore frend & fo,
And herme no mane in word ne dede.
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Cryste, gyffe me grace, off mete & drynke
This day to take mesurably,
In dedly synne þat I not synke,
Thorow out-rage off foule glotony.
This day to take mesurably,
In dedly synne þat I not synke,
Thorow out-rage off foule glotony.
Ihū my lord, Ihū my loue,
And all þat I ame bond vnto,
Thi blyssing send fro heuyn A-boue,
And gyffe þem grace wele to do.
And all þat I ame bond vnto,
Thi blyssing send fro heuyn A-boue,
And gyffe þem grace wele to do.
My gode Angell, þat arte to me send
ffrome god to be my gouernour,
ffrome all euyll sprytis þu me defend,
And in my desesys to be my socoure.
ffrome god to be my gouernour,
ffrome all euyll sprytis þu me defend,
And in my desesys to be my socoure.
Amen qd Rate.
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