My ȝyft is but sympyl, this is no nay,
But my wyl is good and evyr xal be,
The to servyn and worchepyn bothe nyht and day,
And therto thi grace, Lord, grawnt thou me,
Throwhe thi gret mercy,
Whiche in a lombys lyknes
Thou xalt for mannys wyckydnes
Onys ben offeryd in peynfulnes
And deyn ful dolfoly.
ffor trewly, Lord, thow art most worthy