That man that is oure mayster so good,
ffrom deth to lyve he is awake,
That sore was rent upon the rood.
Johannes. As women seyd so have we fownde,
Remevyd awey we saw the ston;
He lyth no lengere undyr the grownde,
Out of his grave oure mayster is gon.
Omnes congregatus Thomas.
We have grett woundyr everychon
Of these wurdys that ȝe do speke;