What Goddys wyl is with me to do,
Ryght ȝeven so mot it be.
Joseph. Take here these candelys thre,—
Mary, Symeon, and Anne;
And I xal take the fowrte to me,
To offre oure childe up thanne.
Maria. Hyest ffadyr, God of powere!
ȝour owyn dere son I offre ȝow here,
As I to ȝour lawe am sworn.
Receyve thi childe in glad manere,