See
Me
Be
(kynde
Agayne
My payne
Reteyne
(in mynde
My swete bloode
On the roode
Dyde the good
(my broder
My face ryght red
Myn armes spred
My woundes bled
(thynke none oder
Beholde thou my syde
Wounded so ryght wyde
Bledynge sore that tyde
(all for thyn owne sake
Thus for the I smerted
Why arte þou harde herted
Be by me conuerted
(& thy swerynge aslake
Tere me nowe no more
My woundes are sore
Leue swerynge therfore
(and come to my grace
I am redy
To graunte mercy
To the truely
(for thy trespace
Come nowe nere
My frende dere
And appere
(before me