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16 IESU CRIST, HEOUENE KYNG
Iesu Crist, heouene kyng,
ȝef vs alle god endyng
þat bone biddeþ þe.
At þe biginnyng of mi song,
Iesu, y þe preye among
in stude al wher y be.
ffor þou art kyng of alle,
to þe y clepie ant calle,
þou haue merci of me!
ȝef vs alle god endyng
þat bone biddeþ þe.
At þe biginnyng of mi song,
Iesu, y þe preye among
in stude al wher y be.
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to þe y clepie ant calle,
þou haue merci of me!
Þis ender day in o morewenyng,
wiþ dreri herte ant gret mournyng
on mi folie y þohte;
one þat is so suete a þing,
þat ber Iesse, þe heuene kyng,
merci y besohte.
wiþ dreri herte ant gret mournyng
on mi folie y þohte;
one þat is so suete a þing,
þat ber Iesse, þe heuene kyng,
merci y besohte.
Iesu, for þi muchele myht,
þou graunte vs alle heuene lyht
þat vs so duere bohtes.
For þi merci, Iesu suete,
þin hondywerk nult þou lete,
þat þou wel ȝerne sohtes.
þou graunte vs alle heuene lyht
þat vs so duere bohtes.
For þi merci, Iesu suete,
þin hondywerk nult þou lete,
þat þou wel ȝerne sohtes.
Wel ichot ant soþ hit ys
þat in þis world nys no blys,
bote care, serewe, ant pyne;
þarefore ich rede we wurchen so
þat we mowe come to
þe ioye wiþoute fyne.
þat in þis world nys no blys,
bote care, serewe, ant pyne;
þarefore ich rede we wurchen so
þat we mowe come to
þe ioye wiþoute fyne.
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