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anima Christi
Attollite portas principes vestras et eleuamini porte eternales et introibit rex glorie.
Belyall
Alas Alas out and harrow
Onto þi byddynge must we bow
þat þou art god now do we know
Of þe had we grett dowte
Aȝens þe may no thynge stonde
All thynge obeyth to thyn honde
bothe hevyn and helle watyr and londe
All thynge must to þe lowte.
Anima Christi
Aȝens me it wore but wast
to holdyn or to stondyn fast
helle logge may not last
Aȝens þe kynge of glorye
þi derke dore down I throwe
My fayr ffrendys now wele I knowe
I xal hem brynge reknyd be rowe
Out of here purcatorye.
Now all mankende in herte be glad
with all merthis þat may be had
ffor mannys sowle þat was-be-stad
in þe logge of helle
now xal I ryse to lyve agayn
from peyn to pleys of paradyse pleyn
þerfore man in hert be fayn
in merthe now xalt þou dwelle.
with all merthis þat may be had
ffor mannys sowle þat was-be-stad
in þe logge of helle
now xal I ryse to lyve agayn
from peyn to pleys of paradyse pleyn
þerfore man in hert be fayn
in merthe now xalt þou dwelle.
I am þe sowle of cryst jhesu
þe which is kynge of all vertu
my body is ded þe jewys it slew
þat hangyth ȝitt on þe rode
rent and torn all blody red
ffor mannys sake my body is deed
ffor mannys helpe my body is bred
And sowle drynk my bodyes blode.
þe which is kynge of all vertu
my body is ded þe jewys it slew
þat hangyth ȝitt on þe rode
rent and torn all blody red
ffor mannys sake my body is deed
ffor mannys helpe my body is bred
And sowle drynk my bodyes blode.
þow my body be now sclayn
þe thrydde day þis is certayn
I xal reyse my body a-gayn
to lyve as I ȝow say
now wole I go streyth to helle
and feche from þe fendys felle
all my frendys þat þer-in dwelle
to blysse þat lestyth Ay.
The sowle goth to helle gatys and seyth
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I xal reyse my body a-gayn
to lyve as I ȝow say
now wole I go streyth to helle
and feche from þe fendys felle
all my frendys þat þer-in dwelle
to blysse þat lestyth Ay.
Attollite portas principes vestras et eleuamini porte eternales et introibit rex glorie.
Ondothe ȝoure ȝatys of sorwatorie
On mannys sowle I haue memorie
here comyth now þe kynge of glorye
these gatys for to breke
Ȝe develys þat arn here with-inne
helle gatys ȝe xal vn-pynne
I xal delyvere mannys kynne
ffrom wo I wole hem wreke.
On mannys sowle I haue memorie
here comyth now þe kynge of glorye
these gatys for to breke
Ȝe develys þat arn here with-inne
helle gatys ȝe xal vn-pynne
I xal delyvere mannys kynne
ffrom wo I wole hem wreke.
Belyall
Alas Alas out and harrow
Onto þi byddynge must we bow
þat þou art god now do we know
Of þe had we grett dowte
Aȝens þe may no thynge stonde
All thynge obeyth to thyn honde
bothe hevyn and helle watyr and londe
All thynge must to þe lowte.
Anima Christi
Aȝens me it wore but wast
to holdyn or to stondyn fast
helle logge may not last
Aȝens þe kynge of glorye
þi derke dore down I throwe
My fayr ffrendys now wele I knowe
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Out of here purcatorye.
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