 | The Wheatley Manuscript |  |
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Delictum meum cognitum tibi feci, & iniusticiam meam non abscondi.
My gylt haue I made to þe knowen,
I haue noght hydde fro the my wrong;
In shrift shal I be alle a-knowen
Alle my mysdede, and morne among.
For certys, Lord, we trist and trowen
The welle of grace with stremys strong
Oute of thy faire flessh gan flowen,
When blood oute of thy hert[e] sprong.
I haue noght hydde fro the my wrong;
In shrift shal I be alle a-knowen
Alle my mysdede, and morne among.
For certys, Lord, we trist and trowen
The welle of grace with stremys strong
Oute of thy faire flessh gan flowen,
When blood oute of thy hert[e] sprong.
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