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¶ Jesu Crist, heovene kyng, Yef us alle god endyng —    That bon biddeth the. At the biginnyng of mi song, Jesu, Y the preye among,    In stude, al wher Y be. For thou art kyng of alle, To the Y clepie ant calle:    “Thou have merci of me!” This ender day in o morewenyng, With dreri herte ant gret mournyng,         On mi folie Y thohte. One that is so suete a thing, That ber Jesu, the hevene kyng,       Merci Y besohte. Jesu, for thi muchele myht, Thou graunte us alle hevene lyht,    That us so duere bohtes. For thi merci, Jesu suete, Thin hondywerk nult thou lete, vThat thou wel yerne sohtes. Wel Ichot, ant soth hit ys, That in this world nys no blys,    Bote care, serewe, ant pyne. Tharefore, Ich rede we wurchen so That we mowe come to    The joye withoute fyne!

¶ Jesus Christ, heaven’s king, Give us all good ending —    That’s the prayer you request. At the beginning of my song, Jesus, I pray to you all the while,    In place, wherever I be. Because you are king of all, To you I cry out and call:    “You have mercy on me!” This past day upon a morning, With heavy heart and great mourning,    I reflected on my folly. To the one who’s so sweet a creature, Who bore Jesus, the king of heaven,    I besought mercy. Jesus, for your powerful might, Grant to us all of heaven’s light,    Who bought us so dearly. On account of your mercy, Jesus sweet, Your handiwork you’ll not abandon,    Which you most eagerly sought. Well I know, and true it is, That in this world is no bliss,    Just woe, sorrow, and pain. Therefore, I advise that we act so That we may come to    The joy without end!

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