O Ihu, lett me neuer forgett thy byttur passion,
That thou suffred for my transgression,
ffor in thy blessyd wondes is the verey scole
That must teche me with the worlde to be called a fole.
O Ihu, ihu, ihu, grauntt that I may loue the soo,
þat the wysdom of the worlde be cleene fro me A-goo,
And brennyngly to desyre to come to see thy face,
In whom is all my comford, my joy and my solace.
Amen — Ihesus — maria — Iohannes.