To come to good place.
Abelle dicet.
Almyhtty God, and God ful of myth,
Be whom alle thing is made of nowth,
To the myn hert is redy dyht,
For upon the is alle my thought.
O sovereyn lord! reygnyng in eternyté,
With alle the mekenesse that I kan or may,
This lombe xal I offre it up to the,—
Accept it, blyssyd Lord! I the pray.