Be wurchepyd in alle manere,
Over alle this werde, bothe fere and nere,
ȝevyn onto the unterest ende!
ffor now is man owt of daungere,
And rest and pes to alle mankende.
“Nunc dimittis servum tuum, Domine, et cætera.” The psalme song ther every vers, and ther qwyle Symeon pleyeth with the child, and qwhan the psalme is endyd, he seyth,
Now lete me dye, Lord, and hens pace!
ffor I thi servaunt in this place
Have sen my Savyour dere;
Whiche thou hast ordeyned beforn the face