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[XIII. A confessioun of wyrschip in orysoun.]
God þat al hast mad of nouht,
ffor loue of mon þat þou hast bouht;
Wher in þe world so þat i be,
Wiþ al myn herte I þonke þe:
ffor loue of mon þat þou hast bouht;
Wher in þe world so þat i be,
Wiþ al myn herte I þonke þe:
Þat þou me madest on of þyne,
And bouhtest me wiþ bitter pyne.
I þonke þe, lord, wiþ good entent
Of wit and grace þou hast me sent.
And bouhtest me wiþ bitter pyne.
I þonke þe, lord, wiþ good entent
Of wit and grace þou hast me sent.
Wiþ al myn herte and mylde moode
I þonke þe, lord, of alle gode.
I preye þe, lord, þou graunte me miht
Wiþ al myn herte to loue þe riht.
I þonke þe, lord, of alle gode.
I preye þe, lord, þou graunte me miht
Wiþ al myn herte to loue þe riht.
I preye þe, lord, out and Inne
Þat þou me schilde from dedly synne;
I preye þe, lord, þat þou me wisse
And bring me to þi muchele blisse.
Þat þou me schilde from dedly synne;
I preye þe, lord, þat þou me wisse
And bring me to þi muchele blisse.
Amen.
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