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15 SUETE IESU, KING OF BLYSSE
Suete Iesu, king of blysse,
myn huerte loue, min huerte lisse,
þou art suete myd ywisse.
Wo is him þat þe shal misse!
myn huerte loue, min huerte lisse,
þou art suete myd ywisse.
Wo is him þat þe shal misse!
Suete Iesu, min huerte lyht,
þou art day wiþoute nyht,
þou ȝeue me streinþe ant eke myht
forte louien þe aryht.
þou art day wiþoute nyht,
þou ȝeue me streinþe ant eke myht
forte louien þe aryht.
Suete Iesu, min huerte bote,
in myn huerte þou sete a rote
of þi loue, þat is so swote,
ant leue þat hit springe mote.
in myn huerte þou sete a rote
of þi loue, þat is so swote,
ant leue þat hit springe mote.
Suete Iesu, myn huerte gléém,
bryhtore þen þe sonnebéém,
ybore þou were in Bedlehéém,
þou make me here þi suete dréém.
bryhtore þen þe sonnebéém,
ybore þou were in Bedlehéém,
þou make me here þi suete dréém.
Suete Iesu, þi loue is suete,
wo is him þat þe shal lete!
Þarefore ofte þe grete
wiþ salte teres ant eȝe wete.
wo is him þat þe shal lete!
Þarefore ofte þe grete
wiþ salte teres ant eȝe wete.
Suete Iesu, kyng of londe,
þou make me fer vnderstonde
þat min herte mote fonde
hou suete bueþ þi loue-bonde.
þou make me fer vnderstonde
þat min herte mote fonde
hou suete bueþ þi loue-bonde.
Swete Iesu, Louerd myn,
my lyf, myn huerte, al is þin;
vndo myn herte ant liht þeryn,
ant wite me from fendes engyn.
my lyf, myn huerte, al is þin;
vndo myn herte ant liht þeryn,
ant wite me from fendes engyn.
Suete Iesu, my soule fode,
þin werkes bueþ bo suete ant gode;
þou bohtest me vpon þe rode,
for me þou sheddest þi blode.
þin werkes bueþ bo suete ant gode;
þou bohtest me vpon þe rode,
for me þou sheddest þi blode.
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Suete Iesu, me reoweþ sore
gultes þat y ha wroht ȝore;
þarefore y bidde þin mylse ant ore;
Merci, Lord, y nul namore.
gultes þat y ha wroht ȝore;
þarefore y bidde þin mylse ant ore;
Merci, Lord, y nul namore.
Suete Iesu, Louerd god,
þou me bohtest wiþ þi blod;
out of þin huerte orn þe flod;
þi moder hit seh þat þe by stod.
þou me bohtest wiþ þi blod;
out of þin huerte orn þe flod;
þi moder hit seh þat þe by stod.
Suete Iesu, bryht ant shene,
y preye þe þou here my bene,
þourh erndyng of þe heuene quene,
þat my bone be nou sene.
y preye þe þou here my bene,
þourh erndyng of þe heuene quene,
þat my bone be nou sene.
Suete Iesu, berne best,
wiþ þe ich hope habbe rest;
wheþer y be souþ oþer west,
þe help of þe be me nest.
wiþ þe ich hope habbe rest;
wheþer y be souþ oþer west,
þe help of þe be me nest.
Suete Iesu, wel may him be
þat þe may in blisse se.
After mi soule let aungles te;
for me ne gladieþ gome ne gle.
þat þe may in blisse se.
After mi soule let aungles te;
for me ne gladieþ gome ne gle.
Suete Iesu, heuene kyng,
feir ant best of alle þyng,
þou bring me of þis longing
ant come to þe at myn endyng.
feir ant best of alle þyng,
þou bring me of þis longing
ant come to þe at myn endyng.
Suete Iesu, al folkes rééd,
graunte ous er we buen ded
þe vnderfonge in fourme of bred,
ant seþþe to heouene þou vs led.
graunte ous er we buen ded
þe vnderfonge in fourme of bred,
ant seþþe to heouene þou vs led.
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