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13. The Purification of Mary







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Simeon
Angel 1
Angel 2
Joseph
Mary

Incipit purificacio Marie. 1

Mightfull God, thou us glad,
That heven and erthe and all has mayde;
Bryng us to blys that never shall fade,
As thou well may,
And thynk on me that is unweld.
Lo, so I hobyll all on held
That unethes may I walk for eld;
Now help, Lord Adonay.

Bot yit I mervell, both evyn and morne,
Of old elders that were beforne,
Wheder thay be safe or lorne
Where thay may be:
Abell, Noye, and Abraham,
David, Daniell, and Balaam,
And all othere mo by name
Of sere degré.

I thank thee, lord, with good intent
Of all thy sond thou has me sent,
That thus long tyme my lyfe has lent,
Now many a yere;
For all ar past now, oonly bot I.
I thank thee, Lord God almyghty,
For so old know I none, sothly,
Now lyfyng here.

For I am old Symeon:
So old on lyfe know I none
That is mayde on flesh and bone
In all medyll erd.
No wonder if I go on held:
The fevyrs, the flyx make me unweld;
Myn armes, my lymmes ar stark for eld,
And all gray is my berd.

Myn ees ar woren, both marke and blynd.
Myn and is short; I want wynd.
Thus has age dystroed my kynd
And reft myghtys all.
That shortly mon I weynd away;
What tyme ne when I can not say,
For it is gone full many a day
Syn dede began to call.

Ther is no warke that I may wyrk,
Bot oneths crall I to the kyrk;
Be I com home, I am so irk
That farther may I noght,
Bot settys me downe and grankys and gronys
And lygys and restys my wery bonys,
And all nyght after grankys and goonys,
On slepe tyll I be broght.

Bot nevertheles, the sothe to say,
If I may nather by nyght ne day
For age nather styr ne play,
Nor make no chere,
Yit if I be never so old,
I myn full well that prophetys told,
That now ar dede and layde full cold,
Sythen gone many a yere.

Thay sayde that God, full of myght,
Shuld send his Son from heven bright
In a madyn for to light,
Commen of David kyn,
Flesh and bloode on hyr to take
And becom man for oure sake,
Oure redempcyon for to make,
That slayn were thrugh syn.

Bot Lord that us thy grace has hight,
Send me thy sond both day and nyght,
And graunt me grace of lyfys light,
And let me never de
To thou sich grace to me send
That I may handyll hym in my hend
That shall com oure mys to amend,
And se hym with myn ee.

Thou, Symeon, drede thee noght.
My Lord that thou has long besoght,
For thou has rightwys beyn,
Thyn askyng has he grauntyd thee,
Withouten dede on lyfe to be
To thou thy Cryst have seyn.

Than, Symeon, harkyn a space;
I bryng thee tythyngys of solace.
Forthy ryse up and gang
To the temple; thou shall fynd thore
Godys Son thee before
That thou has yernyd lang.

Lovyd be my Lord in wyll and thoght
That his servant forgettys noght,
When that he seys tyme.
Well is me that I shall dre
Tyll I have sene hym with myn ee
And no longer hyne.

Lovyd be my Lord in heven
That thus has by his angell steven
Warnyd me of his commyng.
Therfor will I with intent
Putt on me my vestment,
In worship of that kyng.

He shal be welcom unto me.
That Lord shall make us all fre,
Kyng of all mankyn,
For with his blood he shall us boroo,
Both fro catyfdam and from soroo,
That was slayn thrugh syn.

Tunc pulsabunt. 2

A, dere God, what may this be?
Oure bellys ryng so solemply
For whomsoever it is.
Now certys, I can not understand
Bot if my Lord God all-weldand
Be commen, that all shall wyse.

This noyse lyghtyns full well myn hart.
Shall I never rest, and I have quart,
Or I com ther onone.
Now well were I and it so were,
For sich noyse hard I never ere.
Oure bellys ryng by thare oone!

Mary, it begynnys to pas
Fourty dayes syn that thou was
Delyverd of thy son;
To the temple I red we draw
To clens thee and fulfyll the law,
As oure elders were won.

Therfor, Mary, madyn heynd,
Take thi chyld and let us weynd
The tempyll untyll,
And we shall with us bryng
Thise turtyls two to oure offryng;
The law we will fulfyll.

Joseph, that wyll I full well,
That the law every deyll
Be fulfyllyd in me.
Lord, that all myghtys may,
Gyf us grace to do this day
That it be pleassyng to thee.

Angeli cantant “Simeon iustus et timoratus.” 3

Thou, Symeon, rightwys and trew,
Thou has desyred both old and new
To have a sight of Cryst Jesu
As prophecy has told.
Oft has thou prayd to have a sight
Of hym that in a madyn light.
Here is that chyld of mekyll myght;
Now has thou that thou wold.

Thou has desyryd it most of all

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make glad



feeble
hobble; bent over; (see note)
hardly; age
(see note)



lost
Wherever
(see note)

more
various


gifts; (see note)
continued

deceased


living




middle-earth
bent over
fevers; dysentery; feeble
limbs; stiff
beard

eyes; worn; dim
breath; lack breath; (see note)
destroyed; nature
taken
must; (t-note)
nor

Since death

work; do; (t-note)
crawl with difficulty; church
weary
That I may not go further
groan; groan
lie
yawn


truly
neither; nor
stir


remember; that which

Since



(t-note)



redemption
sin

promised
gifts
life’s
die
Until; such
hands
sin
eye

fear
sought
righteous

(t-note)
Until



Therefore; go
there

long yearned for

Beloved

(see note)
endure

hereafter; (see note)


angel’s voice








save
captivity; sorrow
(see note)




solemnly

(see note)
Unless; almighty
guide

sound cheers
health; (t-note)
immediately

heard; before
on their own



(t-note)
say; go

accustomed to do

gracious



turtledoves; (see note); (t-note)


(see note)
every part

is almighty

(t-note)

(see note); (t-note)

righteous





much power
desired; (t-note)

(t-note)