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39. On the Value of Prayer and Meditation
ffor I wend when any foly me felte
In þought or speche or any gylte/
þat I sulde in sundyre all ryuen be.
And kaste from ierusalem my cuntree./
þat es from heuene þat ilke ricche place.
where is all worþe of Ihesu cristes solace
In þought or speche or any gylte/
þat I sulde in sundyre all ryuen be.
And kaste from ierusalem my cuntree./
þat es from heuene þat ilke ricche place.
where is all worþe of Ihesu cristes solace
I turned me þan vnto my saule euer ilke deele./
And some comforth I began to fele./
Alle my synnes þai came ryght vnto my þought
And some comforth I began to fele./
Alle my synnes þai came ryght vnto my þought
wylke hadd before tyme caried me to nought
Of tyme sore þanne I grete and was sorye./
And to a prest of þanne I me schrofe hastelye./
And þan vnto suet Ihesu I cryede on hie./
A my lorde Ihesu on me þou haue pite and mersye.
þat for me on þe rode gan dolefully dye./
Vnto oure lady þan sayde I þus./
þou praie for me marie to suete Ihesus/
þat he will me graceȝ gyue to whiles þat y liffe heere./
To syghe and soroughe for my synnes seere/
So þat þorough his mersie þat y mote wynne
And þan vnto suet Ihesu I cryede on hie./
A my lorde Ihesu on me þou haue pite and mersye.
þat for me on þe rode gan dolefully dye./
Vnto oure lady þan sayde I þus./
þou praie for me marie to suete Ihesus/
þat he will me graceȝ gyue to whiles þat y liffe heere./
To syghe and soroughe for my synnes seere/
So þat þorough his mersie þat y mote wynne
Onto hym þat sittes abouen cherubyn./
And now man þis praiere þat feloughes heere./
Saye it or þinke it in þi saule þe matere to leere/
ffor whi hym alle tyme þat þe dere bought/
Suld þou in þi mynde haue and in þi þought/
And þan salte þou haue forgyfnes of þi foule synne/
And full grete graceȝ salte þou fynde þere in
Wylke grace þorough his grete myght/
Sall þe saue bothe day and nyght./
And now man þis praiere þat feloughes heere./
Saye it or þinke it in þi saule þe matere to leere/
ffor whi hym alle tyme þat þe dere bought/
Suld þou in þi mynde haue and in þi þought/
And þan salte þou haue forgyfnes of þi foule synne/
And full grete graceȝ salte þou fynde þere in
Wylke grace þorough his grete myght/
Sall þe saue bothe day and nyght./
Amen.
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