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PRAYERS TO THE GUARDIAN ANGEL.
132. Lovely Angel, Keep Me Day and Night
Oracio ad proprium angelum.
[I] praye þe, spirit, þat angell arte
To whom .y. ame be-take,
That þu me kepe in clene lyf,
Wheþer .y. slepe or wake.
To whom .y. ame be-take,
That þu me kepe in clene lyf,
Wheþer .y. slepe or wake.
God of hys grace haþ me þe sende,
To kepe me boþe daye & nyȝt,
Tyde and tyme me to defende,
And with þe fende for me to fyȝt.
To kepe me boþe daye & nyȝt,
Tyde and tyme me to defende,
And with þe fende for me to fyȝt.
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Louely angell, counforte me
In what desese þat y be ynne,
Helpe with grace þat y maye flee
In wyll and dede & deedly synne.
In what desese þat y be ynne,
Helpe with grace þat y maye flee
In wyll and dede & deedly synne.
Alle temptacions þu put me
ffro þe fendes þat wyll me drede.
Where-euer y goo my fere þu be
That y maye knowe þy helpe at nede.
ffro þe fendes þat wyll me drede.
Where-euer y goo my fere þu be
That y maye knowe þy helpe at nede.
Þow y haue be to þe vnkynde,
To þe mercyfull kynge for me þu praye,
Þat no gylt in me be founde,
Whan y schall ryse at domesdaye.
To þe mercyfull kynge for me þu praye,
Þat no gylt in me be founde,
Whan y schall ryse at domesdaye.
Whanne þu seest me goon with wronge,
ffor hym þat haþ me wroȝt,
To hym a-ȝey þu me wysse,
Ellys y lese my blys for noȝt.
ffor hym þat haþ me wroȝt,
To hym a-ȝey þu me wysse,
Ellys y lese my blys for noȝt.
What sorowe or what desese,
Helpe me with þy prayere,
My lordes face þat y may see
at domys daye with-outen fere.
Helpe me with þy prayere,
My lordes face þat y may see
at domys daye with-outen fere.
Also y praye þe, myn angell swete,
Ȝyf yt maye be by anye waye,
Þat þu do me to wete
Of my lyuyng or þe last daye.
Ȝyf yt maye be by anye waye,
Þat þu do me to wete
Of my lyuyng or þe last daye.
Suffre not the fende blake,
With [s]cornis ne with wanhope,
Neyþer my mynde fro me to take,
My sowle to see.
With [s]cornis ne with wanhope,
Neyþer my mynde fro me to take,
My sowle to see.
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Whan y schall owte of þys worlde goo,
ffor-sake me noȝt tyll þu brynge
me hym to that my sowle came fro,
Euer in ioye with angeles to synge.
ffor-sake me noȝt tyll þu brynge
me hym to that my sowle came fro,
Euer in ioye with angeles to synge.
AmeN.
133. My Keeper so Sweet
Haile! holy spyritt, & Ioy be vn-to the!My keper so swete, myne Aungelle so fre,
In-to thi handis I pray the to take
My fastyng, my penance, my prayers þat I make,
My ympnys, my psalmys, my syngyng for syne,
My knelynge, My louynge, My charite þat I ame Ine,
My wakynge, my wepynge & my deuocyoun,
My pacience, my angyrs & my tribulacioun,
My werkes of mercy & my almus dede,
And offere þame to Ihū, & gete me some mede.
And alle my gude dedis, gyffe þay littill be,
I pray þe to presente þame bifore þe trynyte,
And to my lorde, Ihū, þu me recomende,
& thanke hym of alle gudnesse þat he hase me sende.
And if I haue seruede & worthy be to payne,
Ȝitt some drope of his mercy þu brynge me agayne,
His pite & his gudnesse in me for to schawe,
Þe wrethe of myne Enemy þat I may with-drawe.
And alle þat me sekis to angyre & to ill,
To lufe & to charyte þu conuerte þaire will;
And my gastely enemys, all þat fandys me ay,
Dystrowye þu þaire myghtis by nyghte & by day.
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In fandynge, be feble & of strenghe faile,
With þe blyssynge of his righte hande he me defende,
Þat regnys god in trynyte, in worlde withowtene ende.
Amen.
134. O Sweet Angel, Bring Me to Bliss
A praier to the goode Angell.
O swete angell, to me soo deere,
that nyght and day standithe me neere
ffull loueyngly with mylde moode,
Thankyng, loueyng, loue & praysyng,
Offer for me to Ihū, our kyng,
ffor his gyfftes greate and goode.
that nyght and day standithe me neere
ffull loueyngly with mylde moode,
Thankyng, loueyng, loue & praysyng,
Offer for me to Ihū, our kyng,
ffor his gyfftes greate and goode.
As thow gothe betwix hym and me,
And knowethe my lyffe in euery degre,
Saying it in his presence,
Aske me grace to loue hym truly,
To serue my lorde with hertt duly,
With my dayly diligence.
And knowethe my lyffe in euery degre,
Saying it in his presence,
Aske me grace to loue hym truly,
To serue my lorde with hertt duly,
With my dayly diligence.
Keepe me from vice and all perells,
Whiles thowe with me dayly trauells
In this worlde of wyckednesse;
Sett me my peticions grauntede
By thy praier dayly haunted,
Yff it please thy holynes.
The versicull
Whiles thowe with me dayly trauells
In this worlde of wyckednesse;
Sett me my peticions grauntede
By thy praier dayly haunted,
Yff it please thy holynes.
The versicull
O swete Angell, that keepith me,
Bryng me to blysse, I pray the!
Bryng me to blysse, I pray the!
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