Behold What Lyfe That We Ryne In Lyrics

Revertere, revertere, the quene of blysse and of beaute.

Behold what lyfe that we ryne ine,
Frayl to fale and ever lyke to syne,
Thorow owr enmys entysyng;
Therefor we syng and cry to the,
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Come hyder, lady, fayryst floure,
And kepe us, lady, frome doloure;
Defend us, lady, and be owr socoure;
For we cease not to cal to the,
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Torne owr lyfe, lady, to Goddys luste;
Syne to fle, and fleschly luste;
For aftur hym in the we trust
To kepe us frome adversyte:
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Thys holy day of Puryfycacyon
To the temple thou bare owr salvacyon,
Jhesu Cryst thin own swet sone;
To whom thefor now syng we,
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Farwell, Crystmas fayer and free;
Farwell newers day with the;
Farwell the holy Epyphane;
And to Mary now syng we,
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