That ben in the fyrst ierarchie,
ffor man to thin hy magesté,
Mercy! mercy! mercy! we crye.
The aungel, Lord, thou made so gloryous,
Whos synne hath mad hym a devyl in helle,
He mevyd man to be so contraryous,
Man repentyd, and he in his obstynacye doth dwelle.
Hese grete males, good Lord, repelle,
And take man onto thi grace,
Lete thi mercy, make hym with aungelys dwelle,