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Hora nona.
At noon diede oure lord ihesu,
Þat was of myȝtes moost;
He criede ‘heli’ to his fadir,
And so he lefte his gooste.
Þat was of myȝtes moost;
He criede ‘heli’ to his fadir,
And so he lefte his gooste.
A spere in to his side
Was þrillid of a kniȝt;
And þanne þe erþe quakede;
Þe sunne wiþ-drowe his liȝt.
Was þrillid of a kniȝt;
And þanne þe erþe quakede;
Þe sunne wiþ-drowe his liȝt.
e worschipe þee, crist, & blesse to þee,
Ffor bi þi deeþ þou hast aȝenbouȝt þe world.
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