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60. Christ, Defend Me from My Enemies
[N]ow rightwis Iuge, crist lord Ihū,
of kyngis kyng and lord also,
With thi fadir þow regnes so trew
the haly gost & elles no mo.
Gudely þow take my praier now,
and twrne noght þin ere þer fro.
of kyngis kyng and lord also,
With thi fadir þow regnes so trew
the haly gost & elles no mo.
Gudely þow take my praier now,
and twrne noght þin ere þer fro.
To erth when þow come downe fro hevene,
& cled þe in a virgyne clene,
þe verray flesch þow tuke full evene,
& visitt all þis warld be-dene,
and clensed vs of oure synnes sevene—
With þi blude þi luffe was sene.
& cled þe in a virgyne clene,
þe verray flesch þow tuke full evene,
& visitt all þis warld be-dene,
and clensed vs of oure synnes sevene—
With þi blude þi luffe was sene.
Thi glorius passioun I þe beseke,
gracius god, þat marked all,
Defend my saule I be noȝt seke
fro all perilles þat may be-fall;
in thi servis for to be meke,
& duelle with þe in stede & stall.
gracius god, þat marked all,
Defend my saule I be noȝt seke
fro all perilles þat may be-fall;
in thi servis for to be meke,
& duelle with þe in stede & stall.
Thy vertew, lord, ay be me nere,
of thy defence þat I noȝt faile,
myne enemyse þat my saule noght dere
When þat þai seke forto assaile:
body and saule þow kepe infere,
þat þaire frawdis neuer me prevaile.
of thy defence þat I noȝt faile,
myne enemyse þat my saule noght dere
When þat þai seke forto assaile:
body and saule þow kepe infere,
þat þaire frawdis neuer me prevaile.
Thow þat, with þi myghty hand,
brake vp þe ȝate of hellys pitt,
breke myne enemyse þat þai noght stand;
and all þaire waytyngis þow vnknytt,
be þe whilk þai ere all way wirkand
me fro þe right way for to flytt.
brake vp þe ȝate of hellys pitt,
breke myne enemyse þat þai noght stand;
and all þaire waytyngis þow vnknytt,
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me fro þe right way for to flytt.
Criste, me criand now þou here,
Wrich vmsett with synnes fele,
Askand þi pite with hevy chere.
Of thi solace send me some dele
þat myne enemyse rise noȝt to dere
ne of my schame me to apele.
Wrich vmsett with synnes fele,
Askand þi pite with hevy chere.
Of thi solace send me some dele
þat myne enemyse rise noȝt to dere
ne of my schame me to apele.
Destrued be þai þat me wald spill!
Welke þai oway right vnto noght!
ffalle þai in gildre þai will
thurgh envy thai for me wroght.
Ihū, meke withoutyne ill,
fforsake me nevir þat þow dere boght!
Welke þai oway right vnto noght!
ffalle þai in gildre þai will
thurgh envy thai for me wroght.
Ihū, meke withoutyne ill,
fforsake me nevir þat þow dere boght!
Be my defendour and my scheld
& my protectour be all-way!
Vnder þi baner þu me beld,
þat thurgh strengh gayne-stand I may,
and myne detractours make to held
&, þai oure-commyne, be glad for ay.
& my protectour be all-way!
Vnder þi baner þu me beld,
þat thurgh strengh gayne-stand I may,
and myne detractours make to held
&, þai oure-commyne, be glad for ay.
Send me fro þi sete aboue
þe haligaste es comfortour
to clere my counsell, þat es in drove,
thurgh his counsell & his splendour;
and all my haters hy to reprove,
and þaire hatered turne to dolour.
þe haligaste es comfortour
to clere my counsell, þat es in drove,
thurgh his counsell & his splendour;
and all my haters hy to reprove,
and þaire hatered turne to dolour.
The figure of þi crosce haly
all my wittis vmbelappe,
With þe baner of þi victory
ourecome my fo—grawnt me slike happe,
and putt hem to þe vilany,
als þow with crosce gaffe hym a knappe.
all my wittis vmbelappe,
With þe baner of þi victory
ourecome my fo—grawnt me slike happe,
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als þow with crosce gaffe hym a knappe.
Crist, þu haue mercy on me now,
of lifand god þe Sone allone,
mercy, I pray! on þe I trow.
lord of Angelles, sittand in trone,
mynde on me, lord, evir haue þow,
gifer of grace, take þu my mone!
of lifand god þe Sone allone,
mercy, I pray! on þe I trow.
lord of Angelles, sittand in trone,
mynde on me, lord, evir haue þow,
gifer of grace, take þu my mone!
God þe fadir & þe Sone infere
and þe haligaste also,
þat lord ert called lefe & dere
and onefald god withoutene mo,
endeles vertew ay be þe nere
and wirschippe þat sall neuer say ho.
and þe haligaste also,
þat lord ert called lefe & dere
and onefald god withoutene mo,
endeles vertew ay be þe nere
and wirschippe þat sall neuer say ho.
Amen.
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