Lok on me, and put fro ye pride:
Dear Man, my love,
For my love sinne no more.
Jhesu Christe, mi lemman swete,
That for me deyedis on rood tree,
With al myn herte I The biseke
For Thi woundes two and thre;
That so fast in my herte
Thi love rooted might be,
As was the spere in Thi side