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LII. Thus seith Ihesus of Nazareth:
‘Of a synner I wille noo deth.’
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Yf thou thy lyfe in synne haue ledde,Amende the now; be not a-dredde,
For god his grace for the hath spredde:
Of a synner he wille no deth.
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Yf thou haue done as mekill ylle,As hert may thinke and dede fulfille,
Yf thou axe grace, thou shalt not spille:
Of a synner he wil no deth.
3
Mary Magdalene did grete offence,And yet with hir Crist did dispence
And gave her grace and indulgence:
Of a synner he wille no deth.
4
She asked grace with hert contriteAnd foryeuenes of hir delicte,
And he forgave here anone right:
Of a synner he wille no deth.
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Man, yf thou wilte thy synne forsakeAnd vnto Crist amendes make,
Thy soule to blis then wil he take:
Of a synner he wille no deth.
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