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John, the Baptist
Angel 1
Angel 2
Jesus
Incipit Johannes baptista. 1
God that mayde both more and les,
Heven and erth at his awne wyll,
And merkyd man to his lyknes
As thyng that wold his lyst fulfyll,
Apon the erth he send lightnes,
Both son and moyne lymett thertyll,
He save you all from synfulnes
And kepe you clene both lowd and styll.
Emang prophetys then am I oone
That God has send to teche his law
And man to amend, that wrang has gone,
Both with exampyll and with saw.
My name, forsothe, is Baptyst John.
My fader Zacary ye knaw,
That was dombe and mayde great mone
Before my byrth, and stode in awe.
Elezabeth my moder was,
Awntt unto Mary, madyn mylde,
And as the son shynys thorow the glas,
Certys in hir wombe so dyd hir chyld.
Yit the Jues inqueryd me has
If I be Cryst; thay ar begyld.
For Jesus shal amend mans trespas
That with freylté of fylthe is fylyd.
I am send bot messyngere
From hym that alkyn mys may mend.
I go before, bodword to bere,
And as forgangere am I send
His wayes to wyse, his lawes to lere.
Both man and wyfe that has offende
Full mekyll barett mon he bere
Or tyme he have broght all tyll ende.
Thise Jues shall hyng hym on a roode —
Mans saull to hym it is so leyfe —
And therapon shall shede his bloode
As he were tratoure or a thefe,
Not for his gylt, bot for oure goode,
Because that we ar in myschefe.
Thus shall he dy, that frely foode,
And ryse agane tyll oure relefe.
In water clere then baptyse I
The pepyll that ar in this coste,
Bot he shall do more myghtely
And baptyse in the Holy Goost,
And with the bloode of his body
Wesh oure synnes, both leste and moost;
Therfor, me thynk, both ye and I
Agans the feynde ar well endoost.
I am not worthy for to lawse
The leste thwong that longys to his shoyne,
Bot God almyghty that all knawes
In erth thi will it must be done.
I thank thee, Lord, that thi sede sawes
Emong mankynde to groyf so sone,
And every day that on erth dawes
Feydys us with foode, both even and none.
We ar, Lord, bondon unto thee
To luf thee here both day and nyght,
For thou has send thi Son so fre
To save mans saull that dede was dight
Thrugh Adam syn and Eve foly
That synnyd thrugh the feyndys myght,
Bot Lord, on man thou has pyté,
And beyld thi barnes in heven so bright.
Harkyn to me, thou John Baptyst.
The Fader of heven he gretys thee weyll,
For he has fon thee true and tryst,
And dos thi dever every deyll.
Wyt thou well his will thus ist,
Syn thou art stabyll as any steyll,
That thou shall baptyse Jesu Cryst
In flume Jordan, mans care to keyll.
A, dere God, what may this be?
I hard a steven, bot noght I saw.
John, it is I that spake to thee;
To do this dede have thou none aw.
Shuld I abyde to he com to me?
That that shall never be, I traw,
I shall go meyt that Lord so fre,
As far as I may se or knaw.
Nay, John, that is not well syttand;
His Fader will thou must nedys wyrk.
John, be thou here abydand,
Bot when he commys be then not yrk.
By this I may well understand
That childer shuld be broght to kyrk
For to be baptysyd in every land;
To me this law yit is it myrk.
John, this place it is pleassyng,
And it is callyd flume Jordan.
Here is no kyrk, ne no bygyng,
Bot where the fader wyll ordan,
It is Godys wyll and his bydyng.
By this, forsothe, well thynk me than
His warke to be at his lykyng,
And ilk folk pleasse hym that thay can.
Sen I must nedys his lyst fulfyll,
He shall be welcom unto me;
I yeld me holy to his will
Wheresoever I abyde or be.
I am his servande, lowd and styll,
And messyngere unto that fre;
Whethere that he will save or spyll,
I shall not gruch in no degré.
John, Godys servand and prophete:
My fader that is unto thee dere
Has send me to thee, well thou wytt,
To be baptysyd in water clere;
For reprefe unto mans rytt,
The law I will fulfyll right here.
My Fader ordynance thus is it,
And thus my will is that it were.
I com to thee baptym to take,
To whome my fader has me sent,
With oyle and creme that thou shal make
Unto that worthi sacrament;
And therfor, John, it not forsake
Bot com to me in this present,
For now will I no farther rake
Or I have done his commaundement.
A, Lord, I love thee for thi commyng.
I am redy to do his will
In word, in wark, in alkyn thyng,
Whatsoever he sendys me tyll.
This bewteose Lord to me to bryng,
His awne servande, this is no skyll.
A knyght to baptyse his lord kyng,
My pausté may it not fulfyll.
And if I were worthy
For to fulfyll this sacrament,
I have no connyng, securly,
To do it after thyn intent.
And therfor, Lord, I ask mercy:
Hald me excusyd as I have ment.
I dar not towche thi blyssyd body;
My hart will never to it assent.
Of thi connyng, John, drede thee noght;
My Fader hisself he will thee teche.
He that all this warld has wroght
He send thee playnly for to preche
He knawys mans hart, his dede, his thoght;
He wotys how far mans myght may reche.
Therfor hedir have I soght;
My Fader lyst may none appeche.
Behold, he sendys his angels two
In tokyn I am both God and man;
Thou gyf me baptym or I go,
And dyp me in this flume Jordan.
Sen he will thus, I wold wytt who
Durst hym agan stand? John, com on than
And baptyse me, for freynde or fo,
And do it, John, right as thou can.
John, be thou buxom and right bayn
And be not gruchand in no thyng.
Me thynk thou aght to be ful fayn
For to fulfyll my Lordys bydyng,
Erly and late, with moyde and mayn.
Therfor to thee this word I bryng:
My Lord has gyffen thee powere playn,
And drede thee noght of thi conyng.
He sendys thee here his awne dere chylde;
Thou welcom hym and make hym chere.
Born of a madyn meke and mylde,
That frely foode is made thi fere.
With syn his moder was never fylde;
Ther was never man neghyd hyr nere.
In word ne wark she was never wylde;
Therfor hir Son thou baptyse here.
And securly I will thou knaw
Whi that he commys thus unto thee:
He commys to fulfyll the law
As pereles prynce most of pausté;
And therfor, John, do as thou awe
And gruch thou never in this degré
To baptyse hym that thou here saw,
For wyt thou well this same is he.
I am not worthy to do this dede;
Nevertheles I will be Godys servande.
Bot yit, dere Lord, sen I must nede,
I will do as thou has commaunde.
I tremyll and I whake for drede;
I dar not towche thee with my hande.
Bot certys, I will not lose my mede.
Abyde, my Lord, and by me stande.
I baptyse thee, Jesu, in hy,
In the name of thi Fader fre,
In nomine patris et filii,
Sen he will that it so be,
Et spiritus altissimi, 2
And of the Holy Goost on he,
I aske thee, Lord, of thi mercy,
Hereafter that thou wold blys me.
Here I thee anoynt also
With oyle and creme in this intent,
That men may wit whereso thay go,
This is a worthy sacrament.
Ther ar sex othere and no mo
The which thiself to erthe has sent,
And in true tokyn oone of tho,
The fyrst, on thee now is it spent.
Thou wysh me, Lord, if I do wrang;
My will it were for to do weyll.
I am ful ferd yit ay emang;
If I dyd right I shuld done knele.
Thou blys me, Lord, hence or thou gang,
So that I may thi frenship fele.
I have desyryd this sight ful lang;
For to dy now rek I no dele.
This beest, John, thou bere with thee;
It is a beest full blyst.
Hic tradat ei agnum dei. 3
John, it is the lamb of me,
Beest none othere ist.
It may were thee from adversyté,
And so looke that thou tryst;
By this beest knowen shall thou be
That thou art John Baptyst.
For I have sene the lamb of God
Which weshys away syn of this warld,
And towchid hym, for even or od.
My hart therto was ay ful hard.
For that it shuld be better trowed,
An angell had me nerehand mard,
Bot he that rewlys all with his rod,
He blys me when I draw homward.
I graunt thee, John, for thi travale,
Ay lastand joy in blys to byde,
And to all those that trowys this tayll,
And saw me not yit gloryfyde,
I shal be boytt of all thare bayll
And send them socoure on every syde.
My fader and I may thaym avayll,
Man or woman that leyffys thare pryde.
Bot John, weynd thou furth and preche
Agans the folk that doth amys,
And to the pepyll the trowthe thou teche.
To rightwys way look thou tham avys,
And as far as thi wyt may reche
Byd thaym be bowne to byde my blys,
For at the day of dome I shall thaym peche
That herys not thee, nor trowys not this.
Byd thaym leyfe syn, for I it hate;
For it I mon dy on a tre,
By prophecy full well I wate.
My moder, certys, that sight mon se;
That sorowfull sight shall make hir maytt,
For I was born of hir body.
Farwell, John, I go my gaytt.
I blys thee with the Trynyté.
Almyghty God in persons thre,
All in oone substance ay ingroost,
I thank thee Lord in magesté,
Fader and Son and Holy Goost.
Thou send thi Son from heven so he
To Mary mylde into this cooste,
And now thou sendys hym unto me
For to be baptysid in this oost.
Farwell, the frelyst that ever was fed.
Farwell, floure more fresh then floure de lyce.
Farwell, stersman to theym that ar sted
In stormes, or in desese lyse.
Thi moder was madyn and wed;
Farwell, pereles, most of pryce.
Farwell, the luflyst that ever was bred;
Thi moder is of hell emprise.
Farwell, blissid both bloode and bone;
Farwell, the semelyst that ever was seyn.
To thee, Jesu, I make my mone.
Farwell, comly of cors so cleyn.
Farwel, gracyouse gome; whereso thou gone,
Ful mekill grace is to thee geyn.
Thou leyne us lyffyng on thi lone;
Thou may us mende more then we weyn.
I wyll go preche both to more and les
As I am chargyd, securly.
Syrs, forsake youre wykydnes,
Pryde, envy, slowth, wrath, and lechery.
Here Gods service, more and lesse.
Pleas God with prayng, thus red I;
Be war when deth comys with dystres,
So that ye dy not sodanly.
Deth sparis none that lyf has borne;
Therfor thynk on what I you say:
Beseche youre God both even and morne
You for to save from syn that day.
Thynk how in baptym ye ar sworne
To be Godys servandys withoutten nay.
Let never his luf from you be lorne.
God bryng you to his blys for ay. Amen.
Explicit Johannes Baptista. 4
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own
formed
pleasure
light
directed
Among
words
truly
Zacharias; know; (see note)
dumb; lament
Aunt; (see note)
shines through glass; (see note)
Jews inquired of; (see note)
misled
frailty; defiled
only as
(see note)
message
forerunner; (t-note)
guide; teach
offended
much anguish must
Before
hang; cross
soul; dear
shed
As if
guilt
noble child; (see note)
relief
people; countryside
Wash
fiend (devil); defended
loosen; (see note)
lace; belongs; shoes
seed sows
grow
dawns
Feeds; evening and noon
bound
love
[to] death was condemned
devil’s
shelter your children
Listen
Father; greets
found; faithful
duty; (see note)
is
steel
river; relieve; (t-note)
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heard a voice
awe
until
trust; (see note)
meet
fitting
Father’s will; do
wait here
troubled
(see note)
children; church
obscure
river
building; (see note)
ordain
each
Since; desire
yield; wholly
noble one
destroy
grudge
know
reproof; custom; (see note)
Father’s ordinance
baptism
oil and chrism; (see note)
proceed
Before
everything
beauteous; (t-note)
own; not right
(see note); (t-note)
power
knowledge, truly
touch; blessed
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himself
deed
knows
here
desires; hinder
give; before
Since
Dares; stand against
obedient; ready
reluctant
ought; glad
fervently
given
knowledge
welcome
noble child; companion
defiled
approached
tell
peerless; power
ought
grudge
since
tremble; quake; dread; (t-note)
touch
reward
haste; (see note)
high
bless
(see note)
know
(see note); (t-note)
direct
afraid continuously
kneel down
before you leave
I care not at all
beast; (see note)
(t-note)
is
protect
trust
(see note)
washes
touched
until now; always
believed
nearly harmed; (see note)
rules
labor
Everlasting; live
believe; (see note)
remedy; misery
comfort
leave their pride
do amiss
righteous; advise
ready
judgment day; impeach
hear; believe
must
know
surely
distraught
way
(see note)
gathered
sent; high
countryside
multitude; (see note)
most noble
flower; fleur de lis
pilot; beset
disease lies
worth
loveliest
empress of hell; (see note)
fairest
prayer
fair of body
gracious man
much; given
give us life as your gift
think; (t-note)
truly
wickedness
(see note)
(t-note)
praying
suddenly
spares
doubt
lost
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