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Vexilla Regis Now sing we, as we were wont, Vexilla regis prodeunt. The King's banner on field is splayed, The cross's myst'ry cannot be nay'd, To whom our Saviour was betrayed, And for our sake. Thus saith he: I suffer for thee, My death I take, Now sing we, as we were wont, Vexilla regis prodeunt. Behold my shanks, behold my knees, Behold my head, arms, and thees, Behold of me nothing thou sees But sorrow and pine: Thus was I spilt, Man, for thy guilt, And not for mine. Now sing we, as we were wont, Vexilla regis prodeunt. Behold my body, how Jews it dong With knots of whipcord and scourges strong: As streams of a well the blood outsprong On every side. The knots were knit Right well with wit, They made woundes wide. Now sing we, as we were wont, Vexilla regis prodeunt. Man, thou shalt now understand, Of my head, both foot and hand, Are four hundred and five thousand Wounds and sixty; Fifty and seven. Were told full even Upon my body. Now sing we, as we were wont, Vexilla regis prodeunt. Sith I for love bought thee so dear, As thou may see thyself here, I pray thee with a right good cheer Love me again, That it likes me To suffer for thee Now all this pain. Now sing we, as we were wont, Vexilla regis prodeunt. Man, understand now thou shall, Instead of drink they gave me gal, And eisel mingled therewithal, The Jewes fell. These pains on me I suffered for thee To bring thee fro hell. Now sing we, as we were wont, Vexilla regis prodeunt. Now for thy life thou hast misled, Mercy to ask be thou not adread: The least drop of blood that I for thee shed Might cleanse thee soon Of all the sin The world within If thou hadst done. Now sing we, as we were wont, Vexilla regis prodeunt. I was more wrother with Judas For he would no mercy ask Than I was for his trespass When he me sold; I was ever ready To grant him mercy, But he none wold. Now sing we, as we were wont, Vexilla regis prodeunt. Lo, how I hold my arms abroad, Thee to receive ready y-spread! For the great love that I to thee had Well may thou know. Some love again I would full fain Thou wouldest to me show. Now sing we, as we were wont, Vexilla regis prodeunt. For love I aske nothing of thee But stand fast in faith, and sin thou flee, And pain to live in honestie Both night and day; And thou shalt have bliss That never shall miss Withouten nay. Now sing we, as we were wont, Vexilla regis prodeunt. Now, Jesu, for thy great goodness, That for men suffered great hardness, Save us from the devil's cruelness, And to bliss us send, And grant us grace To see thy Face Withouten end. Now sing we, as we were wont, Vexilla regis prodeunt. John Skelton's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1230 |
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