And ledyth his lyff aftere my lore,
Of hendeles lyff may he nevyr mys,
Evere he xal leve and deye nevyr more.
The body and sowle I xal restore
To endeles joye, dost thou trowe this?
Martha. I hope in the, O Cryst! ful sore,
Thou art the Sone of God in blys!
Thy ffadyr is God of lyff endeles,
Thiself is Sone of lyff and gras;
To sese these wordlys wrecchydnes,