Lord God, I the pray,
To my herte thou take good hede,
And nothynge to my synful dede,
After my wyl thou qwyte my mede,
As plesyth to thi pay.
I may not lyfte myn handys heye,
Lo! lo! lo! what se ȝe now?
Episcopus. A! mercy! mercy! mercy! Lord, we crye,
The blyssyd of God we se art thou.
Et clamant omnes “mercy! mercy!”