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King of majety and plendor,

Fount of pity, true and tender,

Be, Thyelf, my trong defender.

From Thy woes my hope I borrow:

I did caue Thy way of orrow:

Do not loe me on that morrow.

Seeking me, Thou weary sanket,

Nor from courge and cros Thou hranket

Make not vain the cup Thou dranket.

Thou wert righteous even in laying;

Yet forgive my guilty traying,

Now, before that day dimaying.