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62. A Prayer by the Wounds against the Deadly Sins
[I]hū, for thi blode þou bleddest
And in the firste tyme þu sheddest
In thy membre pryve,
Clense me oute of lecherye,
And oute of all Maner folye,
And haue Mercy on me.
And in the firste tyme þu sheddest
In thy membre pryve,
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And oute of all Maner folye,
And haue Mercy on me.
[I]hū, for the dropus swete
That þou swettest on olyvete
ffor drede all to thy dethe,
Oute of wrath clense my life,
Haue mercy on me, synful caytife,
Ihū of nazarethe.
That þou swettest on olyvete
ffor drede all to thy dethe,
Oute of wrath clense my life,
Haue mercy on me, synful caytife,
Ihū of nazarethe.
[I]hū, þi peynes weron ful stronge
When the scorges, both smert & longe,
Made thy body to blede.
On thee, Ihū, mercy y crye
To clense me oute of glotonye
And helpe me at myn nede.
When the scorges, both smert & longe,
Made thy body to blede.
On thee, Ihū, mercy y crye
To clense me oute of glotonye
And helpe me at myn nede.
[I]hū, for thi þorny crowne
That made þi blode to renne a-downe
Aboute thi fayre face,
Let no pride my soule drecche;
Haue mercy one me, synful wrecche,
Ihū, for thi grete grace.
That made þi blode to renne a-downe
Aboute thi fayre face,
Let no pride my soule drecche;
Haue mercy one me, synful wrecche,
Ihū, for thi grete grace.
[I]hū, as y vndurstond,
Thou bleddist blode at boþe þine hond
When þat þei were nayled;
Clense me oute of covetise
And graunte me grace sone to ryse,
Of synnes when y am assayled.
Thou bleddist blode at boþe þine hond
When þat þei were nayled;
Clense me oute of covetise
And graunte me grace sone to ryse,
Of synnes when y am assayled.
[I]hū, þu bleddest more blode
When þou were nailed on þe rode
Thoru þi fete with nayles.
Let me nevere in slowthe synke,
But graunt me grace for to swynke
Thynges that me avayles.
When þou were nailed on þe rode
Thoru þi fete with nayles.
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But graunt me grace for to swynke
Thynges that me avayles.
[I]hū, blessid be thi bones!
Blode and watire ran at ones
Oute of þi precious herte;
Oute of envy clense þou me,
And graunte me loue and charite,
Ihū, for thy woundes smerte.
Blode and watire ran at ones
Oute of þi precious herte;
Oute of envy clense þou me,
And graunte me loue and charite,
Ihū, for thy woundes smerte.
[H]aue mercy on me, ihū criste,
ffor thi dethe and þine vpriste,
And for thi modere loue,
And for thi strong passioun,
Of al my synnes pardoun
And bryng vs to hevene aboue.
ffor thi dethe and þine vpriste,
And for thi modere loue,
And for thi strong passioun,
Of al my synnes pardoun
And bryng vs to hevene aboue.
A. M. E. N.
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