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SONGS OF THE EUCHARIST.
114. The Bread Come from Heaven
Worchyp we boþe more & leste
crystes body in furme of bred.
crystes body in furme of bred.
It is bred fro heuene cam,
ffleych & blod of mary it nam;
ffor þe synnys of adam
he sched his blod þat was so red.
ffleych & blod of mary it nam;
ffor þe synnys of adam
he sched his blod þat was so red.
‘he þat onworþi þis bred ete,
þe peyne of helle he xal gete;
my swete body awey to lete
& makyn his sowle to be ded.
þe peyne of helle he xal gete;
my swete body awey to lete
& makyn his sowle to be ded.
181
‘he þat þis bred haȝt in mynde
he xal leuyn withoutyn ende;
þis is bred to ȝeuyn a frende,
withoutyn qwyt, withine red’—
he xal leuyn withoutyn ende;
þis is bred to ȝeuyn a frende,
withoutyn qwyt, withine red’—
On schyre þursday al at þe messe
to hese desipel he seyde þisse—
‘Etyȝt þis bred, myn body it isse;
lok þer-of ȝe han non dred.’
to hese desipel he seyde þisse—
‘Etyȝt þis bred, myn body it isse;
lok þer-of ȝe han non dred.’
Aftyr-ward at here soper,
he tok þe wyn þat was so cler
& blyssid it with mylde cher:
‘þis is myn blod þat is so red.’
he tok þe wyn þat was so cler
& blyssid it with mylde cher:
‘þis is myn blod þat is so red.’
þe Iuwys wern boþe wylde & wode,
he puttyn Ihū vp-on þe rode,
ffor to spyllyn his herte blode—
ffor manys synne he sufferid ded.
he puttyn Ihū vp-on þe rode,
ffor to spyllyn his herte blode—
ffor manys synne he sufferid ded.
Ihū, lynd vs þis bred to ete,
& alle our synnys for to forȝete,
& in heuene a place to gete,
þrow þe vertu of þis bred.
& alle our synnys for to forȝete,
& in heuene a place to gete,
þrow þe vertu of þis bred.
115. An Orison of the Sacrament and Creed
Als oft as men says þis orisoun
Betwen agnus dei & þe leuacion
Twa thowsande wynter of pardon
Mon þai haue to þe crōn̄.
Betwen agnus dei & þe leuacion
Twa thowsande wynter of pardon
Mon þai haue to þe crōn̄.
Ihū, my lord, welcom þu be!
In flesch & blode I þe see,
Bath god and man veraly
As I trow witterly.
In flesch & blode I þe see,
Bath god and man veraly
As I trow witterly.
182
Þis haly flessh and þis blode,
Of a mayden mylde of mode,
Þou resaued for oure gode,
And þat þu kid opon þe rode.
Of a mayden mylde of mode,
Þou resaued for oure gode,
And þat þu kid opon þe rode.
Quhan þat blode ran fra þi syde,
Out of a wounde wonder wyde
For to safe witt all man-kynde,
And þe to haue ay in mynde.
Out of a wounde wonder wyde
For to safe witt all man-kynde,
And þe to haue ay in mynde.
And so þu died as me say
And rayse ogayne þe thrid day,
An þis same flesch wyth woundes fyfe
Þow rayse ogayne fra deed to lyue;
And efterward til heuen þu stegh
To mak us sitt wyth þe on hegh;
And sone her-after þu sall come
To þe drede-full day of dome,
All man-kynde to deme sone
Efter þai hafe sayed or done.
And rayse ogayne þe thrid day,
An þis same flesch wyth woundes fyfe
Þow rayse ogayne fra deed to lyue;
And efterward til heuen þu stegh
To mak us sitt wyth þe on hegh;
And sone her-after þu sall come
To þe drede-full day of dome,
All man-kynde to deme sone
Efter þai hafe sayed or done.
Als sothely, lorde, als I trow þis,
Lat me ner lose þi blyss
In vertu of þis sacrament,
Lorde, lat me neuer more be schent.
In wyrschipe of þi haly name,
Scheld þu me fra synne & schame,
Fra all perels þu kepe me,
And gyf me grace to won with þe,
Thurgh vertu of þi body here
Þat þe priste handels in þe auter.
And ay þu kepe me with þi grace
And graunt me in heuen a place.
Lat me ner lose þi blyss
In vertu of þis sacrament,
Lorde, lat me neuer more be schent.
In wyrschipe of þi haly name,
Scheld þu me fra synne & schame,
Fra all perels þu kepe me,
And gyf me grace to won with þe,
Thurgh vertu of þi body here
Þat þe priste handels in þe auter.
And ay þu kepe me with þi grace
And graunt me in heuen a place.
183
Ihū criste, þat it so be,
Lorde, þu graunt par charite!
And euer þu do mercy witt me
In worschipe of Trinite.
Lorde, þu graunt par charite!
And euer þu do mercy witt me
In worschipe of Trinite.
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Aue et gaude maria mater domini nostri ihū Xpi regina celi domina mundi imperatrix inferni miserere mei et tocius populi Xpiani.
116. By a Chapel as I Came
Mery hyt ys in may mornyng
Mery wayys ffor to gonne.
Mery wayys ffor to gonne.
And By a chapell as y Came,
Meet y wyhte Ihū to chyrcheward gone
Petur and Pawle, thomas & Ihon,
And hys desyplys Euery-chone.
Mery hyt ys.
Meet y wyhte Ihū to chyrcheward gone
Petur and Pawle, thomas & Ihon,
And hys desyplys Euery-chone.
Mery hyt ys.
Sente Thomas þe Bellys gane ryng,
And sent Collas þe mas gane syng,
sente Ihon̄ toke þat swete offeryng,
And By a chapell as y Came.
Mery hyt ys.
And sent Collas þe mas gane syng,
sente Ihon̄ toke þat swete offeryng,
And By a chapell as y Came.
Mery hyt ys.
Owre lorde offeryd whate he wollde,
A challes alle off ryche rede gollde;
Owre lady, þe crowne off hyr mowlde,
The sone owte off hyr Bosome schone.
Mery hyt ys.
A challes alle off ryche rede gollde;
Owre lady, þe crowne off hyr mowlde,
The sone owte off hyr Bosome schone.
Mery hyt ys.
Sent Iorge þat ys owre lady knyȝte,
He tende þe tapyrys fayre & Bryte—
To myn yȝe a semley syȝte,
And By a chapell as y Came.
Mery hyt ys.
He tende þe tapyrys fayre & Bryte—
To myn yȝe a semley syȝte,
And By a chapell as y Came.
Mery hyt ys.
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