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28 A PRAYER FOR DELIVERANCE
Mayden moder milde,
oieȝ cel oreysoun;
from shome þou me shilde
e de ly mal feloun;
for loue of þine childe
me meneȝ de tresoun.
Ich wes wod ant wilde,
ore su en prisoun.
oieȝ cel oreysoun;
from shome þou me shilde
e de ly mal feloun;
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me meneȝ de tresoun.
Ich wes wod ant wilde,
ore su en prisoun.
Þou art feyr ant fre
e plein de doucour;
of þe sprong þe ble,
ly souerein creatour;
mayde, byseche y þe
vostre seint socour;
meoke ant mylde be wiþ me
pur la sue amour.
e plein de doucour;
of þe sprong þe ble,
ly souerein creatour;
mayde, byseche y þe
vostre seint socour;
meoke ant mylde be wiþ me
pur la sue amour.
Þo Iudas Iesum founde,
donque ly beysa;
he wes bete ant bounde
que nus tous fourma.
Wyde were is wounde
qe le Gyw ly dona;
he þolede harde stounde,
me poi le greua.
donque ly beysa;
he wes bete ant bounde
que nus tous fourma.
Wyde were is wounde
qe le Gyw ly dona;
he þolede harde stounde,
me poi le greua.
On stou ase þou stode,
pucele, tot pensaunt,
þou restest þe vnder rode,
ton fitȝ veites pendant;
þou seȝe is sides of blode,
l'alme de ly partaunt;
he ferede vch an fode
en mound que fust viuaunt.
pucele, tot pensaunt,
þou restest þe vnder rode,
ton fitȝ veites pendant;
þou seȝe is sides of blode,
l'alme de ly partaunt;
he ferede vch an fode
en mound que fust viuaunt.
Ys siden were sore,
le sang de ly cora;
þat lond wes forlore,
mes il le rechata.
Vch bern þat wes ybore
en enfern descenda.
He þolede deþ þerfore,
en ciel puis mounta.
le sang de ly cora;
þat lond wes forlore,
mes il le rechata.
Vch bern þat wes ybore
en enfern descenda.
He þolede deþ þerfore,
en ciel puis mounta.
Þo Pilat herde þe tydynge,
molt fu ioyous baroun;
he lette byfore him brynge
Iesu Naȝaroun.
He was ycrouned kynge
pur nostre redempcioun.
Whose wol me synge
auera grant pardoun.
molt fu ioyous baroun;
he lette byfore him brynge
Iesu Naȝaroun.
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pur nostre redempcioun.
Whose wol me synge
auera grant pardoun.
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