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Non auertas faciem tuam a me; in quacunque [die tribulor, inclina ad me aurem tuam].
Turne noght, Lord, fro me thi face,
Bowe doun thin ere when me is wo,
Lat growe greynes of thi grace
That quencheth synnes and peynes also;
In wey of charite thow me chace,
[Thi] feyth lat me noght falle fro,
And help me þat I noght trespace
Vp hope of mercy neuer moo.
Bowe doun thin ere when me is wo,
Lat growe greynes of thi grace
That quencheth synnes and peynes also;
In wey of charite thow me chace,
[Thi] feyth lat me noght falle fro,
And help me þat I noght trespace
Vp hope of mercy neuer moo.
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