It was Christ’s gracious look, I trow,
That made you weep those bitter tears.
The door of mercy is not closed,
I may get grace as well as ye,
It is not so as ye supposed,
I will be in in spite of thee.
But wicked wife, it is too late,
Thou should’st have mourn’d on earth,
Repentance now is out of date:
It should have been before thy death,