And slayn with swerd, as ȝe xal se.
Abraham toke with good atent
His sone Ysaac, and knelyd on kne,
His suerd was than ful redy bent,
And thouth his chylde ther offered xuld be,
Upon an hylle ful ryff.
Than God toke tent to his good wyl,
And sent an angel ryth sone hym tyl,
And bad Abraham a shep to kyl,
And savyd his chyldys lyff.