Johannes Baptyst. Here I se with opyn syght,
The Sone of God that thou erte!
The Holy Goost over the doth lyght,
Thi faderes voys I here fful smerte.
The childe of God, as I the plyght,
That thou be, whilys I am qwerte,
I xalle wyttnes to every whyght,
And teche it trewly with alle myn hert;
To sese it were grett synne.
ffor Goddys sone I wurchypp the,