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145. Our Three Foes Make Us Mis-speak, Mis-think, Mis-do
God, þat madist al þing of nouȝtAnd with þi precious blood us bouȝt,
Mercy, helpe and grace!
As þou art verry god and man,
And of þi syde þi blood ran,
fforȝeue us oure trespace!
þe world, oure flesch, þe feend oure fo
Makiþ us mys-þinke, mys-speke, mys-do—
Al þus we falle in blame.
Of alle oure synnes, lasse and moore,
Swete ihc, us ruweþ soore,
Mercy! for þin holy name.
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