The Works of William Herebert, OFM

Poem 15: Eterne rex altissime; Fol. 209v-210r

Kyng hexst of alle kynges, þat hauest non endynge,
Buggere of Cristenemen þat bœth of ryth leuynge,
Þorou þé deth ys uordon and brouth to þ'endinge,
And ȝyuen ys ous þe ouere hond of graces vindinge.
Þou styinge op to tróne in þy Uadres ryhthond,
Hauest, Iesu, uonge mythte þat neuer shaft ne vond.
Vor hœ´uene and œ´rþe and helle, and al þat þrinne bœ´n,
To þé shullen bouwen hœm and bénden hœre knœ´n.
Aungles þat in heuene bœ´th quaketh uor wondringe,
Þat abouten dedlich mon sœth so gret chaunginge,
Vor vlesh sunneth and vlesh béteth and vlesh ys God regninge.
Þou, Crist, bœ´ oure blisse and oure gladiing,
Þat wyþoute misse in hœuene hast wonyng,
Þat al þys ylke myddelerd hauest to ȝemyng,
And al þys wordles ioye hast in vorhówyng.
Þereuore wœ byddeth þé oure gultes þou deface,
And oure hœrtes rer to þé þorouh þy gréte grace.
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Þat whén þou shalt uerlich comen ous to déme,
Comen yne cloudebryth wyth blówinde béme,
Vrom þe pyne of helle, Iesu, þou ous ȝéme.
And ȝeld þe lorene crounes, God wœ´ to þé réme.
Louerd þat boue þe stœrre steye, to þé bœ wœle and blisse,
Wyth þe Uader and Holy Gost, euer boute misse. AmeN.