User:RHaworth/mystery/src/Epilogue

Christ Every creature take intent What message I shall you bring, This wicked world away is went, and I am come as crown&egrave;d King. My Father in Heaven has me down sent, To weigh your works and make ending; Comen is the day of Judgement, of sorrow may every sinner sing.

The day is comen of wretchedness, all those to cull that are unclean. The day of battle and bitterness, Full long awaited has it been; The day of dread to more and less, of joy, of trembling, and of pain, Every wight that wicked is may say, alas this day is seen!

Here may ye see my Wounds wide that I suffered for your misdeed. Through heart, head, foot, hand and side, not for my guilt but for your need. Behold, both back, body, and side: how dear I bought your brotherhood, These bitter pains I would abide, to buy you bliss thus would I bleed.

My body was scourg&egrave;d, with ill will, and there full throughly was I threat. On cross they hanged me on a hill, bruised and bloody thus was I beat; With crown of thorn thrust on full ill, A spear into my heart they set; My heart&egrave;s blood spared they not to spill.

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Behold, mankind, that same am I, that for thee suffered such mischief, This was done me for thy folly, Man, lo, thy love was all my life. This was done me thy hurt to heal; Man, to redeem thee was this done to me. In all my woe was all thy weal, my will it was for love of thee.

Come now forth, my children all, I forgive you your amiss; With me now go ye shall to Joy and endless bliss.