For he is the fyrst, this childe so dere,
That of his modyr is born.
But ȝow I offre hym ȝow beforn,
Good Lord, ȝit ȝyf me hym aȝen!
ffor my comforte were fully lorn,
If we xulde longe a-sondyr ben.
Mari leyth the childe on the autere.
Joseph. Sere prest of the temple, now
Have he ffyffe pens unto ȝow,
Oure childe aȝen to take.