In brekynge of bred fful evyn asoundyr,
Oure mayster ȝe knew and Lord ryght welle.
ȝe sey Cryst levith that Jewys dyd qwelle,
Tylle us glad tydynges, this is serteyn,
And that oure mayster with ȝow so longe dede dwelle,
It dothe wel preve that he levith ageyn.
A! brother Thomas, we may be ryght glad
Of these gode novelle that we now have;
The grace of oure lorde God is over us alle sprad,
Oure Lord is resyn his servauntys to save.