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IV.
[Ihesu, that diede one the rude for þe lufe of me]
Ihesu, that diede one the rude for þe lufe of me,
And boghte me with thi precious blode: thow hafe mercy of me;
Whatt me lettes of any thyng for to luffe the,
Be it me lefe be it me lathe, do it awaye fra me.
And boghte me with thi precious blode: thow hafe mercy of me;
Whatt me lettes of any thyng for to luffe the,
Be it me lefe be it me lathe, do it awaye fra me.
Ihesu, of whayme all trewe luffe sprynges,
That for my lufe tholede payne,
Till lusty lufe of erthely thynges
Thow thole me neuer turne agayne.
That for my lufe tholede payne,
Till lusty lufe of erthely thynges
Thow thole me neuer turne agayne.
Amen Amen Amen Amen pur charite.
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