Honured be thu, blisful lord Ihesu, and preysed mote thu be in eueri place,So full of myght, [of] mercy and vertue,Of blisse, of bounte, of piete and of grace!Who is honurë, may no thing deface; Who is [ther] that withstondë may thi myght?But servë the, of fors mote eueri wight.
Honúred be thu, Ihesu, heven kyng, That hast be-taken to my gouernaunce Suche one that hath, a-bove al othire thing,Abowed to the with lowely obeysaunce,And loued the with sadde perséueraunce, Thi counseil and thin hey comaundëmentObseruyng with his hertely hool entent.
He hath nought walked be the wey[ë]s large, That to the worlde so lusty be, & grene;But he hath be ententif to thi charge,ffrom dedly synne to kepe him selfë clene,And gon to the wey of trauayle & of tene, Of penaunce and of tribulacïoun,In grevous formës of temptacïoun.
So hath he had in erthe his purgatórye, wich þat he hath susteyned wilfully;Wherforë, now receyve him to thi glorye,And take him up in[to] thi blisse an hye,with the to be in ioye eternally, In what degre that to him is condigne,Right as thi selffë liketh to assigne.
Honoured be thu, Ihesu graciows, That man became thi selfe, for mannës nede;And man thu taughtist to be vertuows,To servë the be veray love & dreed,
Rewardyng hem with blisse for hirë mede That don hire devoire as thei may & kan:Thanked be thu, [o] Ihesu, god and man!
