Now if thou be Goddys ssone of myght,
Ryght down to the erthe anon thou ffalle,
And save thisylf in every plyght
ffrom harm and hurte, and scappys alle;
ffor it is wretyn with aungelys bryght
That ben in hevyn, thi faderes halle,
The to kepe bothe day and nyght,
Xul be ful redy as thi tharalle,
Hurt that thou non have.
That thou stomele not ageyn the ston,