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;