As I lay in my bed slepyng fast;
Sethyn the tyme that I was born
Was I nevyr so sore agast!
As wylde fyre and thondyr blast,
He cam cryeng onto me;
He seyd, thei that bete Jhesu or bownd hym fast,
Withowtyn ende dampnyd xal be!
Therfore a wey herein thou se,
And lete Jhesu from the clere pace;
The Jewys thei wole begyle the,