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Tunc transiet anima christi ad resuscitandum corpus quo resuscitato dicat Jhesus
Jhesus
harde gatys haue I gon
And peynes sofryd many on
Stomblyd at stake and at ston
nyȝ thre and thretty ȝere
I lyght out of my faderys trone
ffor to Amende mannys mone
my flesch was betyn to þe bon
my blood I bledde clere.
Ffor mannys loue I tholyd dede
and for mannys loue I am rysyn up rede
ffor man I haue mad my body in brede
his sowle for to fede
Man and þou lete me þus gone
and wylt not folwyn me a-none

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such a frende fyndyst þou nevyr none
to help þe at þi nede.
Salue sancta parens my modyr dere
All heyl modyr with glad chere
Ffor now is A-resyn with body clere
þi sone þat was dolve depe
þis is þe thrydde day þat I ȝow tolde
I xuld a-rysyn out of þe cley so colde
now am I here with brest ful bolde
þerfore no more ȝe wepe.

Maria
Welcom my lord welcom my grace
welcome my sone and my solace
I xal þe wurchep in every place
Welcom lord god of myght
mekel sorwe in hert I leed
whan þou were leyd in dethis beed
but now my blysse is newly breed
All men may joye þis syght.

Jhesus
All þis werlde þat was forlorn
Shal wurchepe ȝou bothe evyn and morn
Ffor had I not of ȝow be born
man had be lost in helle
I was deed and lyff I haue
And thorwe my deth man do I saue
Ffor now I am resyn out of my graue
In hevyn man xal now dwelle.

Maria
A dere sone þese wurdys ben goode
þou hast wel comfortyd my mornyng moode
blyssyd be þi precyous bloode
þat mankende þus doth saue.

Jhesus
Now dere modyr my leve I take
joye in hert and myrth ȝe make

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Ffor deth is deed and lyff doth wake
now I am resyn fro my graue.

Maria
Ffare wel my sone fare wel my childe
Ffare wel my lorde my god so mylde
myn hert is wele þat ffyrst was whylde
Ffare wel myn owyn dere love
Now all mankynde beth glad with gle
Ffor deth is deed as ȝe may se
and lyff is reysed endles to be
In hevyn dwellynge Above.
whan my sone was naylyd on tre
All women myght rewe with me
Ffor grettere sorwe myght nevyr non be
than I dede suffyr i-wys
but þis joy now passyth all sorwe
þat my childe suffryd in þat hard morwe
Ffor now he is oure alderers borwe
to brynge us all to blys.