Al worshippe, wisdam, welthe and worthinesse, All bounte, beawte, ioye and blisfulheed,All honure, vertue, and alle myghtynesse,All grace & thankyng, vnto thin godheede,ffrom whom alle grace & mercy doth procede! Ay praised be thu, lord, in Trinite,And euere honured be thi maieste!
That be mankynde oure nombre is encreased, Of this that longe have be in pilgrymage;And now is alle hire noyows laboure cessed,That was be-gonne here first[ë] dayës age.Here is the port of sekire áryuáge Honured be thu, blissed lord on hye, And wolcome be ye to owre companye!
Now passed be youre perilous auentures, and alle youre Auenture hath an endë take.Right wolcome be ye, blissed crëatures!Tyme it is, þat scrippe & burdon ye forsake,ffor now ye schal no longere iourne make;
and aftir laboure, tyme is of quiete;Alle hevinesse & Anguysch is for-gete.
For ye have don a nobill victory, And youre labourë nobly díspended,That so ageyn youre treble enemyeYoure selffë myghtely haue défendid;And þat ye have mysdon, it is amended Be sustenaunce of purgatory peyne;Thanked be thu, [o] Ihesu souereyne!
In heven blisse, here schul ye be with vs Vnto the day of fynall iugëment,To wichë day ye schul a-bydë thus,And preisë god with al youre hool entent,While þat youre bodi, be assignëment Of god, is turned to correpcïoun,And fully schal haue hire purgacioun.
For Reasoun [sayeth] wele, & god-is lawe, That he þat hath don alle his besynesse(ffor god-is will) youre lustës to withdraweEncombryng yow with muche vnthryftynesse,That from þat fowle and wofull wrechidnesse I-clensid be, and alle renewyd cleneThat manere weye, youre flesch is, þat I mene.
So at the last[ë] day thei schal a-ryse, And come be-fore that Iugë souereyn,To yow conioyned in a wondere wiseIn a good áccorde withowt ony peyne,And in this ioye eternally remayne. What ioye is here, ye schul assaye & see,Honured be the hey[ë] maieste!
