But now my blysse is newly breed,—
Alle men may joye this syght.
Jhesus. Alle this werlde that was forlorn,
Shal wurchepe ȝou bothe evyn and morn,
ffor had I not of ȝow be born,
Man had be lost in helle.
I was deed, and lyff I have,
And thorwe my dethe man do I save,
ffor now I am resyn out of my grave,
In hevyn man xal now dwelle.