ffor that hyȝ lord is most of myght,
He mote ȝow spede, that ȝe not mys,
In hevyn of hym to have a syght.
Joseph. Honouryd in hevyn be that hyȝ lorde,
Whos endles grace is so habundaunt,
That he doth shewe the trewe recorde
Of iche wyhgt that is his trewe servaunt.
That Lord to wurchepe with hert plesaunt,
We bothe be bownd ryght on this place,
Whiche oure purgacyon us dyde graunt,