I thank the, Lorde, in hevyn thin halle.
Isaac. Ovyr alle kynges crownyd kyng, I the kalle!
At thi byddyng to dye with knyff,
I was fful buxum evyn as thi thralle;—
Lord, now I thank the, thou grauntyst me lyff.
Abraham. Now we have wurchepyd oure blyssyd lorde,
On grounde knelyng upon oure kne;
Now lete us tweyn, sone, ben of on acorde,
And goo walke hom into oure countré.
Ysaac. ffadyr, as ȝe wylle, so xal it be,