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88. | [88. A Prayer of Penitence to God Almighty. B.] |
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[88. A Prayer of Penitence to God Almighty. B.]
God þat alle myȝtes may,
in heuene and erþe wille is oo;
I haue ben tynt many a day,
eerly & late haue y ben þi foo.
I was to wyte y wiste my lay,
& euer haue holden me þer fro;
But ful of mercy þou art ay,
and y am vnredy to goo.
in heuene and erþe wille is oo;
I haue ben tynt many a day,
eerly & late haue y ben þi foo.
I was to wyte y wiste my lay,
& euer haue holden me þer fro;
But ful of mercy þou art ay,
and y am vnredy to goo.
To go to hym þat has us bouȝt,
my goode dedis are ful smalle;
And my werkis were þorou souȝt,
þe best is bitterer þan þe galle.
Þe goode y knew & wolde it nouȝt,
in folies me was lef to falle;
Þus wittand haue y wrongli wrouȝt,
y knowe my-self for worst of alle.
my goode dedis are ful smalle;
And my werkis were þorou souȝt,
þe best is bitterer þan þe galle.
Þe goode y knew & wolde it nouȝt,
in folies me was lef to falle;
Þus wittand haue y wrongli wrouȝt,
y knowe my-self for worst of alle.
But god, þat was done on rode
& al þis world schal forþre and fille,
To erþe þou come for oure gode;
þat y haue mys done me likes ylle.
Euere aȝen þee stifly I stoode,
erly and late, loude & stille.
Of alle my werkis y knowe noon gode,
but, lord, of me þou do þi wille.
& al þis world schal forþre and fille,
To erþe þou come for oure gode;
þat y haue mys done me likes ylle.
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erly and late, loude & stille.
Of alle my werkis y knowe noon gode,
but, lord, of me þou do þi wille.
My herte wolde y neuere bowe,
ne to my kyndliche lord drawe;
My moost foo wolde y gladliest trowe,
of þee, god, stode y neuere awe;
I holde me wel worse þan a iewe,
and y cowde my gilte knawe.
Now mercy, lord, & on me rewe!
& reise up þat is falle so lawe.
ne to my kyndliche lord drawe;
My moost foo wolde y gladliest trowe,
of þee, god, stode y neuere awe;
I holde me wel worse þan a iewe,
and y cowde my gilte knawe.
Now mercy, lord, & on me rewe!
& reise up þat is falle so lawe.
God, þat þis world shal lede
& al þing þou hast in wolde,
To erþe þou come for oure nede,
for us þou was boþe bouȝt & solde.
If y be demed after my dede
on domes day, when riȝt is tolde,
To se þi semeli sidis blede,
þere to speke y am vnbolde.
& al þing þou hast in wolde,
To erþe þou come for oure nede,
for us þou was boþe bouȝt & solde.
If y be demed after my dede
on domes day, when riȝt is tolde,
To se þi semeli sidis blede,
þere to speke y am vnbolde.
Vnbolde y am to byd bote,
& al vnredy of my rese;
Þi wille welke y neuere fote,
but to my foli as first y chese,
Ful redy at my hert rote.
þe goode werkis y þere lese—
Mercy, lord, & be my bote,
for y am bowne to make my pese.
& al vnredy of my rese;
Þi wille welke y neuere fote,
but to my foli as first y chese,
Ful redy at my hert rote.
þe goode werkis y þere lese—
Mercy, lord, & be my bote,
for y am bowne to make my pese.
Bowne y am to bid bote.
allas! lord, what shal y say?
þy wille welke y neuere fote
syn first þat euer y mynne may.
I haue ben fals in crop & rote,
to wickid werkis my wille was ay;
Mercy, lord, and be my bote!
god, þat alle myȝtes may!
allas! lord, what shal y say?
þy wille welke y neuere fote
syn first þat euer y mynne may.
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to wickid werkis my wille was ay;
Mercy, lord, and be my bote!
god, þat alle myȝtes may!
Amen.
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