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Quoniam in te, Domine, speraui, tu exaudies me, Domine Deus meus.
Lorde, for I haue trest in the,
My Lord, my God, thow schalt me here,
For reuerence of that Lady fre
That ȝaf the soke and hath no pere.
To that Lady betake I me,
That woneth aboue the clowdes clere;
For, while sche sitte[th] neghe th[i] see,
I hope to spede of my preyer.
My Lord, my God, thow schalt me here,
For reuerence of that Lady fre
That ȝaf the soke and hath no pere.
To that Lady betake I me,
That woneth aboue the clowdes clere;
For, while sche sitte[th] neghe th[i] see,
I hope to spede of my preyer.
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