ffro wheche deth I wole not fle,
But for mannys synne amendys make.
This nyth fro ȝow be led I xal,
And ȝe for fer fro me xal fle;
Not onys dur speke whan I ȝow calle,
And some of ȝow forsake me.
ffor ȝow xal I dey and ryse ageyn,—
Un the thrydde day ȝe xal me se
Beforn ȝow all walkyng playn,
In the lond of Galylé.