That what man haske it he xal it have.
Whan man is contrite, and hath wonne grace,
God wele not kepe olde wrethe in mynde,
But bettyr love to hem he has,
Very contryte whan he them fynde.
Now God, that dyed ffor alle mankende,
Save alle these pepyl, both nyght and day!
And of oure synnys he us unbynde,
Hyȝe Lorde of hevyn, that best may! Amen.