I the honowre and evyr more xal!
My Lord, my God! to the I kalle,
With herty wylle, Lord, I the pray,
In synfulle lyff lete me nevyr falle,
But lete me leve evyr to thi pay.
Abraham my name is kydde,
And patryarke of age ful olde;
And ȝit be the grace of God is bredde,
In myn olde age, a chylde fulle bolde.
Ysaac, lo! here his name is tolde,