Lete mercy meke thin hyest magesté.
Wolde God thou woldyst breke thin hefne myghtye,
And com down here into erthe;
And levyn ȝeres thre and threttye,
Thyn famyt ffolke with thi ffode to fede.
To staunche thi thryste lete thi syde blede,
ffor erst wole not be mad redempcion.
Cum vysite us in this tyme of nede,
Of thi careful creatures, Lord, have compassyon!
A! woo to us wrecchis that wrecchis be,