In his servyse to be bayn.
Send forth thi son, my Lord sovereyn,
Hastely anon withowte teryenge;
ffor fro this world I wolde be ffayn,—
It is contrary to my levynge.
Angelus. Symeon, leff thi careful stevene,
ffor thi prayer is herd in hevene;
To Jherusalem ffast now wynne.
And ther xalt se ful evene,
He that is Goddys son ffor to nevene,