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131. Mary, Take in Your Hand this Dread Voyage
Mercyful quene, as ye best kan and may
after your sone, of wreches take pyte,
send your confort nowe on your blessed day
to sory folke in gret aduersite.
Make me to fele your swete benyngnyte,
Sterre of þe see, as botefull ys your name!
Behold me now in your hye mageste,
Most swete lady, an deffend me fro schame.
after your sone, of wreches take pyte,
send your confort nowe on your blessed day
to sory folke in gret aduersite.
Make me to fele your swete benyngnyte,
Sterre of þe see, as botefull ys your name!
Behold me now in your hye mageste,
Most swete lady, an deffend me fro schame.
Moder of god, virgine most meke and pure,
With entier hert y pray you deuoutly,
Take in your hond and in your blessed cure
This dradd voyage, so as your grete mercy
ffor oure pourpose may schape the remedy.
And, as ye know I mene the comone wele
Bothe of my frend and of myn enemy,
Graunt my request party or euerydele.
With entier hert y pray you deuoutly,
Take in your hond and in your blessed cure
This dradd voyage, so as your grete mercy
ffor oure pourpose may schape the remedy.
And, as ye know I mene the comone wele
Bothe of my frend and of myn enemy,
Graunt my request party or euerydele.
And al worschip that schal come by your grace
To god mote tourne with you his moder dere
Besechyng hym for-geue myn olde trespasse
Graunt me gode, spede for your most swete prayere
And you .I. pray in most humble manere,
Quene of heuen, wel of myserycord,
As ye be sterre most feyre schynyng and clere
Wyth my desyre your grace ye wel accord.
To god mote tourne with you his moder dere
Besechyng hym for-geue myn olde trespasse
Graunt me gode, spede for your most swete prayere
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Quene of heuen, wel of myserycord,
As ye be sterre most feyre schynyng and clere
Wyth my desyre your grace ye wel accord.
Prouost of heuen, Archangel Michael,
Deffend me now be powayr most mythye
Of god the fader, and holy gabriel
Geue me counsayl of the sone most wyttye,
And raphael, guyde vnto thobye,
Be my confort and lede me to gode cost,
By the uertu of blessed holy gost.
Deffend me now be powayr most mythye
Of god the fader, and holy gabriel
Geue me counsayl of the sone most wyttye,
And raphael, guyde vnto thobye,
Be my confort and lede me to gode cost,
By the uertu of blessed holy gost.
Dere spouse of god, holy seynte Kateryne,
Whose stedfast loue myght chaunge for no tourment
Nor feyre promes, martyre and pure uirgyne,
I beseche you to faueur myn entent;
And lyke as mylke oute of your feyre nek went
In stede of blode vppon your dying day,
Here my prayer and be with me al-wey.
Whose stedfast loue myght chaunge for no tourment
Nor feyre promes, martyre and pure uirgyne,
I beseche you to faueur myn entent;
And lyke as mylke oute of your feyre nek went
In stede of blode vppon your dying day,
Here my prayer and be with me al-wey.
Prynce of knythode throwoute the grete breteyne,
Noble of blode, large of hospitalyte,
Holy seynt Albon, thou settest but in veyne
Al worldly pomp for hym that died for the;
Now in my nede, gode lorde, remembre me,
As of martyres thou hast begone oure daunce,
ffirst in oure lond oure bonechief to auaunce.
Noble of blode, large of hospitalyte,
Holy seynt Albon, thou settest but in veyne
Al worldly pomp for hym that died for the;
Now in my nede, gode lorde, remembre me,
As of martyres thou hast begone oure daunce,
ffirst in oure lond oure bonechief to auaunce.
Blessed seynt Gorge, most in oure remembrance,
A-geynyst oure fone haue us alwey in mynde;
Pray for oure grace, oure spede, and oure gode chaunce,
As to englond thou hast be euer kynde.
And, þow fortune hath cast vs late be-hynde,
Yet fayle vs nat whan þat we crye thi name,
ffor with thyn helpe we hope recure gode fame.
A-geynyst oure fone haue us alwey in mynde;
Pray for oure grace, oure spede, and oure gode chaunce,
As to englond thou hast be euer kynde.
And, þow fortune hath cast vs late be-hynde,
Yet fayle vs nat whan þat we crye thi name,
ffor with thyn helpe we hope recure gode fame.
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Holy marye, O blessed magdeleyn,
Ye with oure lord fonde gret loue and mercy
ffor that tourment, rygthe gret longynge and peyn
Þat your hert felt after ye saw hym dye,
And for þat Ioy and confort bodylye
That he gaue you with his first apparence,
Geyn al euel be ye my sure deffence.
Ye with oure lord fonde gret loue and mercy
ffor that tourment, rygthe gret longynge and peyn
Þat your hert felt after ye saw hym dye,
And for þat Ioy and confort bodylye
That he gaue you with his first apparence,
Geyn al euel be ye my sure deffence.
Derest Lady and moder gracyouse,
Blesse me this tyme with þat uertu dyuyne
To you geuen, for me most desyrousse
To obey you vntyl my lengest fyne.
Pray ye oure lord with his moder virgyne
That my werkes may tourne to thy preysyng,
And I schal pray the botefull kateryne
To pray for youre and myn Ioyfull metynge.
Blesse me this tyme with þat uertu dyuyne
To you geuen, for me most desyrousse
To obey you vntyl my lengest fyne.
Pray ye oure lord with his moder virgyne
That my werkes may tourne to thy preysyng,
And I schal pray the botefull kateryne
To pray for youre and myn Ioyfull metynge.
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