Evyr in thin hert loke God thou wynde,
Hym to serve, bothe nyght and day,—
I pray to God sende the good mynde.
Ther may no man love bettyr his childe,
Than Isaac is lovyd of me;
Almyghty God, mercyful and mylde,
ffor my swete son I wurchyp the!
I thank the, Lord, with hert ful fre,
ffor this fayr frute thou hast me sent.
Now, gracyous God, wher so he be,