And man to save thou wore alle torn,
And of a mayd in Bedlem born,
That evyr blyssyd be thi byrthe!
Eva. Blyssyd be thou, Lord of lyff!
I am Eve, Adamis wyff;
Thou hast soferyd strok and stryff,
ffor werkys that we wrought.
Thi mylde mercy haht alle forȝevyn,
Dethis dentys on the were drevyn,
Now with the, Lord, we xul levyn,—