In hevyn an halle for mannys sake!
Maria Magdalyn. Gracyous Lord, at ȝour byddyng,
To alle my bretheryn I xal go telle
How that ȝe be man levynge,
Quyk and qwethynge of flesche and ffelle.
Now alle hevynes I may expelle,
And myrth and joy now take to me;
My Lord that I have lovyd so wele,
With opyn syght I dede hym se.
Whan I sowght my Lord in grave,