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VIII.
[Mercy es maste in my mynde, for mercy es þat I mast prayse.]
Mercy es maste in my mynde, for mercy es þat I mast prayse.
Mercy es curtayse & kynde, fra al mischeues he mai me rayse.
Allas, sa lang I haue bene blynd, & walked will al-wayse:
Mercy walde I fayne fynd, to lede me in my last dayse.
Mercy, lede me at þe last, when I owt of þis world sal wende:
To þe cryand I trayst fast þat þou saue me fra þe fende.
Mercy es curtayse & kynde, fra al mischeues he mai me rayse.
Allas, sa lang I haue bene blynd, & walked will al-wayse:
Mercy walde I fayne fynd, to lede me in my last dayse.
Mercy, lede me at þe last, when I owt of þis world sal wende:
To þe cryand I trayst fast þat þou saue me fra þe fende.
Mercy es trew as any stele, when it es ryght vp soght;
Wha-sa will mercy fele, seke it, for it fayles noght.
Mercy es syght of al my hele, þerfore I haue it mast in thoght;
Mercy likes me sa wele, for thorogh mercy was I boght.
Ine wate what I may do or say til mercy, þat es ay sa gode:
Þou graunte mercy þat mercy may, þat es my solace & my fode.
Wha-sa will mercy fele, seke it, for it fayles noght.
Mercy es syght of al my hele, þerfore I haue it mast in thoght;
Mercy likes me sa wele, for thorogh mercy was I boght.
Ine wate what I may do or say til mercy, þat es ay sa gode:
Þou graunte mercy þat mercy may, þat es my solace & my fode.
Mercy walde I fayne honowre, it es sa swete vnto my syght;
It lyes in my creatoure, þat made vs of his awen myght.
Mercy es al my socoure, til lede me to þe land of lyght,
And bring me til þe rial toure, whare I mai se mi god sa brygh(t).
God of al, lorde & keyng, I pray þe Ihesu, be my frende,
Sa þat I may þi mercy syng in þi blys with-owten ende.
It lyes in my creatoure, þat made vs of his awen myght.
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And bring me til þe rial toure, whare I mai se mi god sa brygh(t).
God of al, lorde & keyng, I pray þe Ihesu, be my frende,
Sa þat I may þi mercy syng in þi blys with-owten ende.
Mercy es sa hegh a poynt, þar may na syn it suppryse.
To þi mercy es my hert noynt, for þer-in al my likyng lyse:
Lord, lat it noght be aloynt, when þou sal sett þi gret assyse;
With þi mercy my sawle anoynt, when I sal come to þi Iugise.
Til þe Iuge sal I com, bot I wate noght my day:
Mercy es bath al & som, þar-in I trayst & after pray.
To þi mercy es my hert noynt, for þer-in al my likyng lyse:
Lord, lat it noght be aloynt, when þou sal sett þi gret assyse;
With þi mercy my sawle anoynt, when I sal come to þi Iugise.
Til þe Iuge sal I com, bot I wate noght my day:
Mercy es bath al & som, þar-in I trayst & after pray.
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