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Christmas carolles newely Inprynted .

Inprynted at London in the Powltry by Rychard Kele , dwellyng at the longe shop vnder saynt Myldredes chyrche , ❧ ❧ ❧

Now synge we as we were wont Vexilla regis prodeunt . THe kiges baner on felde is playd He crossꝭ mistry cannot be nayd To whom our sauyour was betrayd And for our sake Thus sayth he / I suffre for the My deth I take Now synge we . &c. Behold my shankes behold my knees Beholde my hed armes and thees Beholde of me nothyng thou sees But soro we and pyue Thus was I spylt , man for thy gylte And not for myne . Now synge we . & c Behold my body how Iewes it donge with knots of whipcord & scourges strong As stremes of a well the blode out sprong On euery syde The knottes were knyt Ryght well made with wyt They made woundes wyde Now syng we . &c. Man thou shalt now vnderstand Of my head , bothe fote and hand Are four . . and fyue thousand woundes , and syxty Fyfty and. vii . were tolde full euen Vpon my body Now syng we . &c. Syth I for loue bought the so dere As thou may se thy self here I pray the with a ryght good chere Loue me agayne That it lykes me To suffre for the Now all this payne . Now syng we . &c. Man vnderstand now thou shall In sted of drynke they gaue me gall And eysell mengled therwithall The iewes fell These paynes on me , I suffred for the To bryng the fro hell Now syng we . &c. Now for thy lyfe thou hast mysled Mercy to aske be thou not adred The lest drop of blode that I for the bled Myght clense the soone Of all the syn The worlde within If thou haddest doone Now syng we . &c. I was more wrother with Iudas For he wold no mercy aske Than I was for his trespas whan he me solde I was euer redy To graunt hym mercy But he none wolde Now syng we . &c. Lo how I hold my armes abrode The to receyue redy I sprede For the great loue that I to the had well may thou knowe Some loue agayne I wolde full fayne Thou woldest to me shewe Now syng we . &c. For loue I aske nothyng of the But stand fast in faythe , & syn thou fle And payne to lyue in honeste Bothe nyght and day And thou shalt haue blys That neuer shall mys withouten nay . Now syng we . &c. Now Iesu for thy great goodnes That for man suffred great hardnes Saue vs fro the deuyls cruelnes And to blys vs send And graunt vs grace , to se thy face withouten ende . Now. &c. Finis .
IF thou be Iohan I tell it the Ryght with a good aduyce Thou may be glad Iohn to be It is a name of pryce The name of Io. wel prays I may It is full good y wys The grace of god , it is to say It soundes nothyng amys If thou be kyng in ryalte And of wyt full wyse Thou mayst be glad Iohn to be It is a name of pryce If thou be Iohn . &c. He is not worthy to hyght Iohn The oxe that is not whyght And thou art not worthy to hight iohn But grace be in the pyght If thou haue loue and charyte And voydest away all vyce Than art thou worthy Iohn to be It is a name of pryce If thou be Iohn . &c. Iohan gaue baptyst vnto Chryst Of grace was his prechyng And saynt Iohan euangelyst was Chrystes owne derlyng In penaunce and vyrgynyte He had full great delyce God graunt vs grace this Iohn to be It is a name of pryce . If thou be Iohn . &c. If thou be cleped Nycolas Bothe in dede and fame Yet art thou Iohn , yf thou haue grace It may well be thy name I tell the true the veryte And so I haue done it y wys Thou mayst be glad Iohan to be It is a name of pryce . If thou be Iohan. &c. A comly wyght is now present His name y wys is Iohn Of his gret grace god hath sent To make vs merye euery chone Be glad and mery in charyte I pray you all lyke wyse He is well worthy Iohan to be It is a name of price If thou be Iohan. &c. Finis .
Be thou poore or be thou ryche I rede lyfte vp thyn eye And se in this we be all lyche Forsothe all we shall dye . DEthe began bycause of syn We syn bothe poore and ryche Therfore dethe wyll neuer blyn To take vs all in lyche For our syn I rede we seche To heuen that we may hye For be we neuer so fresh nor ryche Forsothe we all shall dye Be thou poore . &c. Christ that was bothe god and man He dyed for our gylt Nedes must we dye than With syn yf we be spylt We shall rote bothe hert and mylt Mercy lorde we crye It shal be lorde , ryght us thou wylt Forsothe all we shall dye Be thou poore . &c. How Chryst dyed for all our mys I red haue in thy thought To set thy mynde on wordly blys Forsothe I holde it nought For worldes blys Chryst hene rought I rede theit defy Unto thy graue thou shalt be brought ▪ Forsothe we shall all dye Be thou poore . & c If thou be pore kepe the clene And thank god of his sonde If thou be ryche , gyue and lende Bothe to poore and bonde Loke thou do thus with thy honde Through Chryst to heuen thou shalt hye Thou can not long lyue in this londe Forsothe all we shall dye Be thou poore . &c. Though thou be ryche , I tell the before Death wyll with the mete Of all thy goodes thou getest no more But a wyndyng shete Therfore thy bales here thou bete To god for mercy crye Wepe for synnes with teares wete Forsothe all we shall dye . Be thou poore . &c. Thou shalt by thou wote not whan Nor thou wotest where To repent the tyme is now This lesson I red the lere How soone thou shalt be brought on bere It is not for the to try Lete this lesson sound in thy neare Forsothe all we shall dye Be thou poore . &c. All we shall dye , and ryse agayne In one affynyte If we euyll dye , we go to payne This is the veryte If that we ryse in charyte To blys than shall we stye This is gods equyte Forsothe all we shall dye . Be thou poore . &c. Finis .
PSassemus cantantes Domino noua cantica dantes Cum canore iubilo Et tibi discipulo Qui ex priuilegio Preceteris a domino Dilectus es Amice christi Iohannes My hert is set to syng That all this worlde shall ryng Reioyfull be and glad withall Of the hygh memoryall whome it pleased Chryst to call Of his grace especyall To his hyghnes Amice . &c. Syttyng at his borde He shewed the a preuy touche A touche of famylyaryte On his brest he suffred the In thy slepe secretes to se Of his gloryous deite For heuynes Amice . &c. In his tender aege He chose the to his pay His paramour of loue entyer Not for that thou was of his blode so nere But that next his moder dere In chastyte thou had no pere And stedfastnes Amice christi Iohannes . Whan he sholde departe He bade the kepe the care The carefullest creature His mother , that she myght be sure whyle that her lyfe sholde endure One mayde to haue another in cure For thy clennes Amice christi . &c. So at his desyre Thou kept her fro the myschefe The myscheuous retenu Of them that slewe thy lorde Iesu That no fyers nor cruell iewe In ony wyse sholde her pursewe Or her oppres Amice . & c But at his dyscesse She fell in to the gre The greatest heuynes and we That ony creature myght do Inly wewyse thy self also I knowe not the deadlyer of them two In that dystres Amice christi Iohannes . I meruayle not ywys Though thou hast cause to cry Pytcously to mourne and playne To se thy naturall cosyn slayne His mother nygh destraught for payn That made thy hert to ryue in twayn For heuynes Amice christi Iohannes . Who coud be so harde herted To se how she fared ? How she sobbed whan she dyde wepe With sorowfull lokes & syghes depe Thou coude thy self no longer kepe But sodeyuly fell in a deadly slepe All confortles Amice christi Iohannes . Now Chrystes cosyndere Helpe that I be fre Be fre and true inherytour To his celestyall tour Where thou beholdest in euery hour The glory of thy sauyour That neuer shall ceas Amice . &c. Fynally I the beseche To teache me to make a brefe A brefe and a redy way to amend In that that I dyde my lorde offend That to his grace he wyll me lende After this present lyfe he me send Euerlastyng peas Amice . &c. Finis .
O My hert is wo Mary dyde say so For to se my dere sone dye Seyng I haue no mo Whan that my swete sone was .xxx. wynter olde Than the traytour Iudas He became wouders bolde For .xxx. plates of money His mayster had he solde But whan I wyst of that Lorde my herte was colde O my herte is wo On shere thursday Truely than thus it was On my sones dethe That Iudas dyd compas Many were the Iewes That folowed hym by trace And before them all He kyssed my sones face O my herte is wo By sene before Pylate Then brought was he And Peter sayd .iii. tymes He knewe hym nat parde Pylate sayd to the Iewes Now what say ye ? They cryed all with one voyce Crucifige Crucifige . O my hert is wo. On good fryday At the mount of Caluary My sone was on the crosse And nayled with nayles thre Of all the frendes that he had Neuer one coud he se But gentyll Johan the euangelyst That styll dyde stand hym by O my hert is wo. Though I sorowfull were No man haue no wonder For how it was the erth quaked And horryble was the thouder I loked vpon my swete sone The cros that he stode vnder Lungeus came with a long spere And claue his hert asonder O my hert is wo Finis .
our Lady and her sonne . ●e alone alone alone Sore I sygh and all for one AS I went this enders day Alone walkyng on my play I harde a lady syng and say woo is me and all alone Alone alone . &c. To that place I drew me nere Of her songe somwhat to here There sat a lady with sory chere That sore dyd sygh and grone Alone alone . &c. Beholde my sonne crowned with thorne And all his body rent and torne Put to deth with shame and skorne For mannes sake alone . Alone alone . &c. Forsothe it was a wonderous syght To se her chylde how it was dyght For to brynge mankynde 〈◊〉 To saue vs from out fone Alone alone . &c. Sythe it wyll no better be Pray we to that chylde so free That we may hym in heuyn se Whan we shall hens gone Alone alone alone alone Sore I sygh and all for one Finis .
SYnge Dyllum dyllum dyllum dyllum I can tell you and I wyll Of my ladyes water myll It was a mayde of brentenars She rode to myll vpon a horse Yet was she mayden neuer the worse Synge dyllum . &c. Layde she was vpon a sacke Stryke softe she sayd hurt not my backe And spare not let the myll clacke Syng dyllum . &c. Iwys the myller was full nyce His mylstones hanged bothe by a vyce And wolde be walkynge at a tryce Syng dyllum . &c. This mayd to myll ofte dyd resorte And of her game made no reporte But to her it was full great conforte Synge dyllum &c. Finis .
Inducas inducas In temptationibus . UHe nunne walked on her prayer Inducas . &c. Ther cam a frere and met with her In temptationbus . &c. Inducas inducas In temptationibus . This nunne began to fall aslepe Inducas The frere knelyd downe at her fete In temptationibus . Inducas inducas . In temptationibus . This fryer began the nunne to grope Inducas It was a morsell for the pope In temptationibus . Inducas inducas In temptationibus . The frere & the nunne whan they had done Inducas Eche to theyr cloyster dyd they gone Sine temptationibus Inducas inducas In temptationibus . Finis .
My harte of golde as true as stele . As I me lened to a bough In fayth but yf ye loue my well Lorde so Robyn lough Mylady went to Caunterbury The saynt to be her bothe She met with cate of Malmesbery why shepyst thou in an apple rote My hart . &c Nyne myle to Mychelmas . Our dame began to brew Mychell set his mare to gras Lorde so fast it snew My harte . &c. For you loue I brake my glasse Your gowne is furred with blew The denyll is dede : for there I was Iwys it is full trew My hart . &c And yf ye slepe / the cocke wyll crow True hart thynke what I say Iacke napes wyll make a mow Loke who dare say hym nay My hart . &c. I pray you haue me now in mynde I tell you of the mater He blew his horne agaynst the wynde The crow gothe to the water My hart . &c. Yet I tell you mekyll more The cat lyeth in the cradell I pray you kepe true hart in store A peny for a ladell My hart . &c. I swere by saynt Katheryn of kent The gose gothe to the grene All our dogges tayle is brent It is not as I wene My hart . &c. Tyrlery lorpyn the lauerocke songe So meryly pypes the sparow The cow brake lose / the rope ran home Syr god gyne yow good morow My hart . &c. Finis .
Gebit. gebit . gebit . gebit . Lux fulgebit hodie . IPse mocat me An aple is no pere tree In ciuitate Dauid Gebit. &c. Notum fecit dominus By the byll one knoweth a gose In ciuitate Dauid . Gebit. &c. Aparuit Esau A red gowne is not blew In ciuitate Dauid Gebit. &c. Verbum caro factum est A shepe is a peryllous beste In ciuitate Dauid Gebit. gebit . &c. Finis .
De Circumcisione domini To encrease our ioy and blysse Christ us natus est nobis MAke we mery in hall and houre And this gloryous lady honor we That to vs hathe borne our sauyour Homo sine semine To encrease . &c. For as the sonne that shyneth bryght Perceth no glas that we may se So conceyued she Iesu full of myght Cum virginitatis honore To encrease . &c. psay prophecyed longe beforne How this Emanuel borne sholde be To saue his people that were forlorne Our exurget regere we were all in great dystresse Tyll this lorde dyd make vs free wherof this feste beryth wytnes Venit nos redimere To encrease . &c. A token of loue he fyrst now shewed That he on vs wolde haue pytye whan he for vs was crucyfed Vt declaratur hodie . To encrease . &c. Most gloryous lady we the pray That bereth the crowne of chastyte Brynge vs to the blysse that lasteth aye Feliciter congaudere To encrease . &c. Finis .
Be we mery in this feste In quo saluator natus est IN Betheleem that noble place As by prophesy sayd it was Of the vyrgyn mary full of grace Saluator mundi natus est Be we mery . &c. On chrystmas nyght an angel it tolde To the shephardes kepyng theyr folde That into Betheleem with bestes wolde Saluator mundi natus est Be we mery . &c. The shephardes were compassed ryght About them was a great lyght Drede ye nought sayd the aungell bryght Saluator mundi natus est Be we mery . &c. Beholde to you we brynge great ioy For why Iesus is borne this day ( To vs ) of mary that mylde may Saluator mundi natus est Be mery . &c. And thus in fayth fynde it ye shall Lyenge porely in an oxe stall The shephardes than lauded god all Quia saluator mundi natus est . Be mery . &c. Finis .
A new caroll of our lady . Nowell Nowell Nowell Nowell This sayd the aungell Gabryell . LOrdes & ladyes all by dene For your goodnes & honour I wyll you synge all of a quene Of all women she is the floure Nowell . &c. Of Iesse there sprange a wyght I say sayd by prophesy Of whome shall com a man of myght From dethe to lyfe he wyll vs bye Nowell . &c. There cam an aungell bryght of face Flyenge from heuyn with full gret lyght And sayd hayle mary full of grace For thou shalt bere a man of myght Nowell . &c. Astronyed was that lady free And had meruayle of that gretynge Aungell she sayd how may that be For neuer of man I had knowynge Nowell . &c. Drede the nothynge mary mylde Thou art fulfylled with great vertew Thou shalt conceyue and bere a chylde That shall be named swete Iesu Nowell . &c. She knelyd downe vpon her knee ●s thou haste sayd so may it be With hert / thought / & mylde chere Goddes handmayd I am here Nowell . &c. Than began her wombe to sprynge She went with chylde without man He that is lorde ouer all thynge His flesshe & blode of her had than Nowell . &c. Of her was borne our heuen kynge And she a mayden neuer the lesse Therfore be mery & let vs synge For this new lorde of Chrystmas Nowell Nowell . &c. Finis .
O blessed & maruelous natyuyte Of goddes sonne in dyuynyte WElcome be this blessed feste Of goodes sonne in dyuynyte That is refourmer of our rest Longe peace and charyty O blessed . &c. In tyme of peace this chylde was born As was shewed in prophesy To saue mankynde that was forlorne For kynge of peace he is truly O blessed . &c. Borne he was Full of grace and dyuynyte And she a mayden neuer the lesse And so was neuer non but she O blessed . &c. Therfore pray to that lorde And to his mother that mayden free To make vs wyse in worde & dede To prayse & please his deyte O maruelous . &c. Finis .

Gaudeamus synge we in hoc sacro tp̄e Puer nobis natus est ex Maria virgine Mary moder come and se Thy lone 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 flesshe 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 tode 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 the 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 celest yall A men / 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 toode 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 ●●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 she lyued in erthe here That vyrgyns were bothe he and she . This noble Iohan that we of rede Informed vs of Chrystes dede The whyle that he on erthe yede In his gospell so fynde we . whan Chryst on 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 so the he was a panym borne wherfore on fayth it may be sworne He reygned kynge vntrewe . By prophesye one I say One I say / at lest dyd tell A chylde sholde come wonderous newys the 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 forfoth 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 scrybes 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 younge● 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 forsoth 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 mortis conturbat me . I asked that hyrde what she ment I am a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 et ●ayre & gent For sere of deths I am all shent Timor mortis 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 vanyte 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 preces 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 most perfyte 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 saint 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 miseridordie . Vita dulcedo et spes nostra salue . O Very lyfe of swetnes and hope Of thy mercy sende vs a drope As thou bare Iesu the 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 mine . 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 mine . vita . &c. To the we call euer at our nede A frende specyall for all mannes nede Thou floure on felde of A dams 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 m● In to 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 mise● bis . Alleluya . MOost souerayn lorde Chryst● . Born of a mayd that euer was true with grace and goodnesse thou vs endue That now singeth this . Miserė 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 . Miserė 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 . Miserė nobis . Iesu christe . &c. Punysh not synners by thy myght But with mercy medled with ryght So that we may lyue in thy syght That now syngeth this . Miserė 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 . Miserė nobis ❧ Finis . ❧
A voyce from heuen to erth shall com Venite ad iudicium .