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Þen seide to poul þat Aungel:
“Leeue þou hit and knowe hit wel:
So as Mon doþ in his lyuing
So schal he haue aftur his endyng.”
Aftur þat þis was forþ so sent,
In-wiþ þe space of a moment,
“Leeue þou hit and knowe hit wel:
So as Mon doþ in his lyuing
So schal he haue aftur his endyng.”
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In-wiþ þe space of a moment,
Aungeles of heuene saiȝ he come þon,
Brouhten þe soule of a Rihtful mon.
Þer was Ioye wiþ loud steuene,
ffor so þei beeren hit in to heuene;
Of a þousund Angeles he herde þe vois,
Ioynge wiþ a semely noys,
And seiden: “murie soule, blesset þou be,
ffor euer murþe schal beo wiþ þe!
Þou art i-blesset of God in trone:
Þe wille of Ihesu hastou done.”
Brouhten þe soule of a Rihtful mon.
Þer was Ioye wiþ loud steuene,
ffor so þei beeren hit in to heuene;
Of a þousund Angeles he herde þe vois,
Ioynge wiþ a semely noys,
And seiden: “murie soule, blesset þou be,
ffor euer murþe schal beo wiþ þe!
Þou art i-blesset of God in trone:
Þe wille of Ihesu hastou done.”
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