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depiction of the risen Christ

Gaudeamus synge we in hoc sacro tꝑe Puer nobis natus est ex Maria virgine Mary moder come and se Thy sone is nayled on a tre Hande and fote he may not go His body is wrapped all in wo Vpon a tre nayled he is To brynge vs all to heuen blyss For Adam that dyde amysse For an aple that was so fre From his heed vnto his too His skynne is torne and flesske also His body is bothe wanne and blo And nayled he is on a tre Thy louely sone that thou hast borne Is crowned with a crowne of thorne To saue mankynde that was but lorne And brynge man but to his liberte whan Iohan this tale began to tell Mary wolde no lenger dwell But went amonge the Iewes fell where she myght her sone se My swete sone that arte me dere why hangest thou on rode here Thy hede is wrythen all in a brere Louely sone what may this be . Moder to Iohan I the betake Iohan kepe this woman for my sake On rode I am emendes to make For synfull man as ye may se . This game of loue I must play For mannes soule it is no nay There is no man that goth by the way But on my body he may haue pyte This payne that men haue me wrought For synfull soules I haue it bought Of all this smerte yet rewe I nought If man wolde be kynde to me . My blode coleth my fleshe doth fall I am athryst after drynke I call They gyue me eylyll menged with gall A wors drinke may there be none . Fader my soule to the I betake . My body dyeth for mannes sake To hell I must withouten make Mankynde for to make fre God that deyed for vs all Borne of a mayde in an oxe stall Graunt vs his realme celestyall Amen / amen / for charyte . Finis .
Of saynt Steuen To saynt Steuen wyll we pray To pray for vs bothe nyght and day OF saynt Steuen goddes knyght That preched the fayth day & nyght He tolde the Iewes as it was ryght That Chryst was borne of a may . The Iewes sayd in grete scorne That Christ was not of a mayde borne Than sayd Steuen ye are but lorne And all that beleue in your lay . Now is spronge the welle of lyfe Of Mary moder mayde and wyfe Therfore the Iewes fell at stryfe And with steuen than dyspu●ed they . The wycked Iewes at the last Stones at Steuen they gan cast His hed and armes they all to brast And made his body in foule aray . Steuen that was full mylde of mode Thought he were all reed in blode In his prayers styll he stode And cryeng to good thus he dyde say Lorde god for thy myghtfull grace Forgyue the Iewes theyr trespace And gyue theym grace to se thy face In the Ioye that lasteth aye . To heuen he loketh soone on hye To the father and sone truly And to the holy goost he gan cry Receyue my soule I the pray . God receyued his boone anone Downe came aungeles many one They toke his soule & to heuen dyd gone To blyssednesse that lasteth ay . To that blysse that is so goode Them that dyed vpon the roode Graunt vs for his precyous bloode Our saluacyon at domes day . Finis .
Of saynt Iohn . Pray for vs to god on hye Blyssed saynt Iohan and our lady . O Blessyd Iohan t●e euangelyst Ryght dere beloued of Iesu cryst The preuyte of heuen in erthe thou wyst As touchynge to the trynyte . That prynce that is withouten pere To Iohan he toke his mode dere All whyle ●he lyued in erthe here That vyrgyns were bothe he and she . This noble Iohan that we of rede Informed vz of Chrystes dede The whyle that he on erthe yede In his gospell so fynde we . whan Chryston crosse hanged so hy He sayd vnto his moder Mary Lo there thy sone standynge the by And se thy moder Iohan sayd he Nowe pray we to this saynt echone For vs to pray to god in trone Out of this lyfe whan we shall gone To se hym in his mayeste Finis .
A caroll of the Innocentes . Marke this songe for it is trewe For it is trewe as clerkes tell . In olde tyme straung thyngꝭ cam to pas Grete wonder & grete meruayll was In Israell . There was one Octauyan Octauyan of Rome Emperour . As bokes olde doth specyfye Of all the wyde worlde trulye . He was lorde and gouernour . The Iewes that tyme lackyd a kyng They lackyd a kyng to gyde them well The Emperour of power and myght Chose one Herode agaynst all ryght In Israell . This Herode than was kyng of Iewys was kyng of Iewys & he no Iewe For sothe he was a panym borne wherfore on fayth it may be sworne He reygned kynge vntrewe . By prophesye one Isay One I say / at lest dyd tell A chylde sholde come wonderous newys that shold be borne trewe kyng of Iewys In Israell . This Herode knew one borne shold be One borne sholde be of trewe lenage That sholde be ryght herytour For he but by the Emperour was made by vsurpage . wherfore of throught this kyng Herode This kynge Herode in grete fere fell For all the days most in his myrth Euer he fered Chrystes byrth In Israhell . The tyme came it pleased god It pleased god so to come so pas For mannes soule in dede His blyssed sone was borne wyth spede As his wyll was Tydynges came to kynke Herode To kynge Herode / and dyd hym tell That one borne forsoth is he whiche lorde and kynge of all shall be In Israell . Herode than raged as he were woode As he were wode of this tydynge And sent for all his serybes sure yet wolde he not trust the scrypture Nor of theyr councellynge . Than this was the conclusyon The conclusyon of his councell To sende vnto his knyghtes anone To sle the chylderne euerychone In Israell . This cruell kynge this tyranny This tyranny dyd put in vre Bytwene a day and yeres too All men chylderne he dyd sloo Of Cryst for to be sure . Yet Herode myssed his cruell pray His cruell pray as was goddes wyll Ioseph with Mary than dyd fle with Chryst to Egypt gone was she From Israell . All this whyle this tyrantes This tyrantes wolde not conuert But innocentes yonge That lay sokynge They thryst to the herte . This Herode sought the chyldren This chyldren yonge with corage fell But in doynge thys vengeaunce His owne sone was slayne by chaunce In Israell . Alas I thynke the moders were wo The moders were wo it was grete skyl what motherly payne To se them slayne In cradels lyeng styll : But god hym selfe hath theym electe Hath theym electe / in heuyn to dwell . For they were bathed in theyr blode For theyr baptym for soth it stode In Israell . Alas agayne what hartes had they what hartis had they those babes to kyll with swerdes whan they hym caught In cradels they lay and laught And neuer thought yll . Finis .
This was the tenour of her talkynge Timor morris conturbat me . I asked that byrde what she ment I am a … et fayre & gent For fere of deths I am all shent Timor morris conturbat me Whan I shall dye I know no day Contrey nor place I can not say Wherfore this longe synge I may Timor mortis conturbat me . Iesu chryste whan he sholde dye To his father gan he crye Father he sayd in trynyte Timor mortis conturbat me All chrysten people beholde & se This worlde is but a vauyte For therin is but necessyte Timor mortis conturbat me . Wake or slepe / eat or drynke whan I on my last ende do thynke For great fere my soule doth synke Timor mortis conturbat me . Finis .
Blessyd Stephan we the praye Pro nobis preres funde I Shall you tell this ylke nyght Of saynt Stephan goddes knyght He tolde the Iewes that it was ryght That Cryst was borne of a mayde Blessyd Stephan . &c. Then sayd the Iewes with grete scorne That goddes sone myght not be borne Stephan sayd ye be forlorne And all that byleueth on that lay Blessyd Stephan . &c. This Stephan whan he was mostꝑfyte In Crystes lawe illumynate The Iewes hym toke with grete dyspyte without the towne to lapidate Blessyd Stephan . &c. The cursyd Iewes at the last Stones at Stephan they gan cast They bette hym and bounde hym fast And made his body in foule aray Blessyd Stephan . &c.
Whan the aungell Aue began Flesshe and blode togyder ran Mary bare bothe god and man Through the vertue of benygnyte . So sayth the gospell of saynt Iohan God and man is made bothe one In flesshe and breed-blode and bone One god in persones thre . And the prophete Ieremy Tolde in his prophecy That the sone of Mary For vs sholde dye on tree . He hath Ioye to you graunted And in erth peace hath plaunted whan yborne was that faynted In the londe of Galilee Mary graunte vs the blysse Where thy sone dwellynge is And of that we haue done amysse Thou pray for vs for charyte . Finis .
❧ Salue regina mater misericordie . Vita dulcedo et spes nostra salue . O Very lyfe of swetnes and hope Of thy mercy sende vs a drope As thou bare Iesu that our kynd dyd grop Salue regina mater mine . vita . &c. Vnto our helth thou bare that chyld With spot of syn thou were neuer defyld Mary mother bothe meke and myld Salue regina mater mie . vita . &c. We synners lady to the we crye In this world to haue mercy we synge to the yet or we dye Salue regina mater mie . vita . &c. To the we call euer at our nede A frende specyall for all mannes nede Thou floure on felde of Adams sede Salue regina mater mine . vita . &c. Thy eyen of pyte from vs not hyde Whyle we here in this world abyde Thou gouerne vs and be our guyde
THis voyce both sharp & also Shal be herd from heuen to h. All mydle erthe it shall fulfyll Venite ad iudicium . A voyce . &c. Venite is a blyssed song For them that for ioye dooth longe And shall forsake paynes strong Venite ad iudicium . A voyce . &c. Glad in hert may they be Whan Chryst sayeth Venite ye blyssed chyldren come to me In to vitam eternam A voyce . &c. whan I hongred ne gaue me meat ye clothed me agaynst the weat In trouble ye dyde me not forgeat Venite ad iudicium A voyce . &c. ye socoured me at your doore And for my sake gaue to the poore …rfore wyll I you socoore Venite ad iudicium . A voyce . &c. Sory in hert may they be That hereth this heuy worde , Ite ye cursed chyldren go fro me Into ignem eternum A voyce . &c. Whan for nede that I dyde crye Confortlesse ye lete me dye Therfore now I you deny Venite ad iudicium A voyce . &c. For by me ye set no store ye shall abye ryght dere therfore In hell with deuyls for euermore Venite ad iudicium A voyce . &c. Finis .
Iesu Christe fili dei viui misebis . Alleluya . MOost souerayn lorde Chrys●● ▪ Born of a mayd that euer was true With grace and goodnesse thou vs endue That now singeth this . Misere nobis . Iesu christe fili dei viui . Lorde of mercy by propre condycion That of mankynd made the redemption Graunt vs now this petycion That now syngeth this . Misere nobis . Iesu christe fili dei viui . &c. Iesu preserue vs / and be our spede With grace to socour vs at our nede To do thy pleasure in worde and dede That now syngeth this . Misere nobis . Iesu christe . &c. Puny●sh not synners by thy myght But with mercy medled with ryght So that we may lyue in thy syght That now syngeth this . Misere nobis . Iesu christe fili dei viui . &c. ●od graunt vs repentaunce ●nd space for to do penaunce And good lyfe to haue contynuaunce That we may syng this . Misere nobis ❧ Finis . ❧

depiction of the risen Christ

A voyce from heuen to erth shall com Venite ad iudicium .