The Works of William Herebert, OFM

Poem 14: Iesu nostra redemptio; Fol. 209v

Iesu, oure raunsóun, loue, and lóngynge,
Louerd God almyhti, Whrouhte of alle þinge:
Vlesh þou nóme and mon bicóme in times endinge.
What mil[s]folnesse awalde þé þat oure sunnes bére,
So bitter déth to þolien, urom sunne óus uor t'arére?
Helle clós þóu þorledest and bóuhtest þine of bóndes;
Wyht grét nobléye þou opstéye to þy Uader ryhthonde.
Þylke mylse néde þe t'awélde oure wyckenesse
Wyth þy mercy, and vul ous ay wyth þy nebshaftes blisse.
Þou bœ nou oure ioie, þat shalt bœn oure méde,
And oure wœ´le ay bœ in þé þat shalt ous wyth þé néde.