Off ioye & blisse is my song; care to bileue,
& to herie hym among; þat al oure sorouȝ schal reue.
Ycome he is, þat swete dew; þat swete hony drope,
Iesus, kynge of alle kynges; to whom is al oure hope.
Bicome he is oure broþer; whare was he so longe;
He it is, & non oþer; þat bouȝth vs so stronge.
Oure broþer we mowe hym clepe wel; so seiþ hym-self ilome,
& so ne miȝtten þai neuer adel; þat bifore vs come.
He nas oure broþer nouȝth; er he oure flesch nome;
Þerwiþ he haþ vs dere abouȝth; to maken vs ysome.
ysome nere we nouȝth bifore; Aungels & oure kynde,
Er swete Iesus were ybore; þat to selde is in mynde.
// Bot now he haþ oure flesch ynome; & oure broþer is;
Oure kynde is wel heiȝe ycome; among oþer, Iwis;
ffor he is oure kynde heixt; saue his godhede,
& al aboue his throne next; so heiȝe is manhede.
Aungel ne worþ hym nouȝt so neiȝ; for he is oure broþer nouȝth,
& þat oure kynde is ek so heiȝe; he haþ vs dere abouȝth.
Aungels he ne bouȝth nouȝth; we ben hym wel neer;
Whan he haþ vs so dere bouȝth; wel ouȝtten we to louen hym here.
Ne aungel nys naþemo; bot his messagere, [folio 71a:2]
How miȝth it þan go; to be his broþer here?
& in heuen þai schullen also; whan þat we ben þere,
Oure hestes & oure will do; as þai oure hynen were,
And to oure heste seruen vs; to foot & to honde,
Oure owen mowe we holden hem; as ich vnderstonde;
wel mowe we þan glade be; to habbe suich an hyne.
& siþþe we mowe here isee; as we iseþ atte fyne,
Þat we ben alþer kynde heiȝest; wiþ-oute god al-one,
And in heuen also hym next; among his aungels vchone.
And all þat now late comen; siþ oure lorde aliȝth,
And oure flesch haþ here ynomen; yheried be his miȝth!
Þilk þat toforne vs come; whan þai þe deþ founde,
Þan were þai onon ycast; in-to helle grounde.
Nere he neuer so holy ne so good; þere nas non forbore;
And so hem longed sore; after oure lorde þerfore.
// Þe prophetes þat weren so good; & so holy alle,
Þat of oure lorde vnderstoden; & what schulde bi-fall,
Hij wisten þat he schulde come; ac hij nysten whanne;
Þe tyme hem þouȝt long ynouȝ; vche ynche hem þouȝt a spanne.
Þai gradden after hym oft; in her prophecie,
And in þe bokes þat þai writen; þat he schulde dye:
"God ȝeue," quoþ on of hem; "þat heuen broste atwo,
Þat he miȝth aliȝth adoun; & vs sauen so."
Sumdel hem longed þo; whan þai nolden abide,
Þat heuen cleue soft a two; to saue vche side.
Ac it schulde al to brest; & oure lorde falle adoune,
Miȝth þai hym haue yhent; fast by þe crovne.
Ac he ne heiȝed nouȝth so swiþ; bot com soft adoun;
Þai wolde hym narewȝ hab y-hent; ac he held hem þer doun.
Parde, ȝit ne com he nouȝth; ne were hem neuer so wo;
Þai hadden þe grounde of helle isouȝth; er he com hem to.
Seint Dauid after his anoie; after hym grad þus:
"Lord, in heuen to vs abowȝe; & aliȝth to vs!
Schewe vs þine holy face; & we worþe hool onon."
Hym longed ek after his face; þe holy Symeon,
And all blis hym was bynome; & oft he gradd þerfore:
"Lorde, whan wiltou come; & wilt ben ybore?
Wene ȝe ich may dure; wene ȝe ich may see?"
Her mone was doel to see; þere gamed hem no gle.
// Ac hym ne greued nouȝth; aȝeins oþer bifore,
ffor he nas nouȝth to deþ ibrouȝth; er god were ibore,
Ac liued forto he hym seiȝ; & in his armes nome,
Þo he on Candelmesday; to þe temple come.
Lorde, wel may vs be; bet þan hem was þo,
Þat ne miȝtten nower fle; lorde, what hem was wo.
Þere oure lorde seide; þo he was ybore,
Þat we miȝtten ben ful glade; ouer oþer þat weren bifore.
Þe prophetes wilned hym forto see; & many kynges also,
Þat we isen ȝif it miȝth be; ac hij ne miȝtten it nouȝth do.
// we mowen now as it were; for nouȝth, to heuen come,
Siþþen oure lord it had ibouȝth; & þe fendes power bynome.
Ac þai þat suich grace ne hadden; þat tofore vs come,
After oure lorde þai gradden; in þe prophecie ylome;
After hym þai gradden; wiþ gret wille & longe;
No mendement þai ne seie; bot gret pyne & stronge;
So longe þat þai wery weren; & leten be al stille,
And he[r] gredyng forberen; & turneden to goddes wille;
ffor þai ne seiȝen non oþer won; þouȝ hem þouȝtten longe;
Oure lorde lete her will ago; er he wolde flesch a-fonge.
And þo þai weren wery ynouȝ; as who seiþ for sore,
Vche of hem to rest drouȝ; & speken of hym nomore,
Þat swete barne oure kynde took; boþe of flesche & felle,
In whiche he dyed on rood; þe fendes strengþe to felle.
Þorouȝ whiche preciouse deþ; god vs grant þat grace
Þat we mowe after oure deþ; in heuen haue a place. Amen.