Manuscript c.1580 in Dow Partbooks, no. 125 to 127 Description: Dialogue between Christ and a sinner
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Triumph! With pleasant melodie
shewe foorth thy chereful mynde.
Let pining cares within thy brest
no place of harbor finde.
Awake! Shake of thy drowzie dreams
and foolish fancies all.
Reioice with him, I say reioyce
that friendly dooth the call.
What unacquainted cheerful voice
is this that I doe here
wch bids me triumph and reioyce
that erst was drencht in feare.
It is the voice of Christ thy frinde
yt died for thy sake,
who for to worke thy woes an ende
thy shape did on him take.
And where, by Adams greevous gilt
thou wast condemnd to die,
the precious blood yt I have spilt
saves thee eternally.
Wherefore reioyce, I say reioyce.
My faltes o Christ I do confes
& do thy mcie crave:
My self am come to wash thy sinne
& eke thy soule tosave:
Let then thy brightnes of thy birth
the clowds of sinne expell.
I am the only mean to bring
thy damned soule from hell.
Then shall my tong for ever sing
due praises to thy name:
I nought require but yt thou be
stil thankful for the same.
To thee the father & the sprite
of grace be praize for ay.
Sing & reioce & god above
do mafnifi allwaies.
Sing and reioyce and god above
doe magnifie allwaies.
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