Save now, good Lord, my silly soul,
Bought with thine own most precious blood
Sweet Lord my God, say me not nay,
For if I perish here I’ll die.
Poor silly wretch, then speak no more,
Thy faith, poor soul, hath saved thee;
Enter thou in unto my glore,
And rest thro’ all eternity.
How soon our Saviour these words said,
A long white robe to her was given;