Honowred be thu, blissed lord on hye, That of the blisful maydë were I-bore,That with thi deth us boughtist myght[i]ly:Thin ownë flesch and blood, þou gaue us fore,And for us suffred peynës wonder sore, Bothe foot and hand [i]nayled to the rode,And bledest alle thin veray hert[es] bloode!
Honowred be thu, fadir souereigne, That vowchedsaff suche raunsom [us] to sendeThin ownë lovëd sone to suffre peyne,Oure mysease & myschief [for] to amende!Thu holigost, þat art withowt[en] ende, With fadier & sone, one god in trinite,ffor euere honured be thi maieste!
And thu, [o] blisful maide & modier mylde, Thu lady, qween of heven, emperice,Whom Ihesu chees; and as thi ownë childeThow bare, his veray modiere & noryce,Thu floure of vertue, modiere of delice, Thu toure of trist, and [trew] tresoure of grace,honowred mote thu be in euery place!
Honowred be þou, blissed lord Ihesu, Suche grace and mercy have we found in the;Suche godlihede, suche myght & suche vertue,Whil þat we in purgátory haue be!Of alle oure peynes, relesed now be we, Wich long[ë] tyme we have a-byden inne,But wonder schort, in régard of oure synne,
With whiche we have the souereyn blisfulheed fful grevously displeasyd & offended,
In word & werk, & with vnthryfty dede;But thanked be thu, lord, it is amended;But now is alle oure noyows laboure ended; To the we come, as fyne of oure labour,Whom willeth eueri trewë trauayloure.
