To us in any wyse wole resorte,
And we beleve veryly that thou dost the same,
For be thi mercy xal spryng mannys comforte.
Here Cryst passyth forth, ther metyth with hym a serteyn of chylderyn with flowres, and cast beforn hym, and they synggyn “Gloria Laus,” and beforn on seyth,
Thow sone of Davyd, thou be oure supporte,
At oure last day whan we xal dye,
Wherefore we alle at onys to the exorte,
Cryeng mercy! mercy! mercye!
Jhesu. ffrendys, beholde the tyme of mercy;
The wiche is come now, withowtyn dowth;