That my swete childe xal not be shent.
This place I name, with good entent,
The hille of Godys vesytacion:
ffor hedyr God hath to us sent
His comforte, aftyr grett trybulacion.
Angelus. Herke, Abraham, and take good heyd!
By hymself God hath thus sworne,
ffor that thou woldyst a done this dede,
He wylle the blysse bothe evyn and morne.
ffor thi dere childe thou woldyst have lorn,