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Gud Maister ,

In poynt of dede lyis veraly,

Gret reuth it wer that so suld be;

Timor Mortis conturbat me.

Sen he hes all my Brether tane,

He will nocht lat me leif alane,

On forse I mon his nyxt pray be;

Timor Mortis conturbat me.

Sen for the Deid remeid is non,

Bell is that we for deid dispone.

Eftir our deid that leif may we

Timor Mortis conturbat me.