Hese wit was ney forlore;
But yet he thouthe on Ihū Crist,
On his deth and on hese uprist,
That for us was i-bore.
Lord God Almythti, thou it wost,
Fadir sone and holi gost,
To thee i menene my mone;
For my spouse that was so trewe,
Fadir hende brith of newe,
Wol wo is me alone.