_Primus cives de Jherusalem._ Neyborys, gret joye in oure herte we may make, That this hefly kyng wole vycyte this cyté. _Secundus cives._ Yf oure eerly kyng sweche a jorné xuld take, To don hym honor and worchepe, besy xuld we be. _Tertius cives._ Meche more than to the hevynly kyng bownd are we, ffor to do that xuld be to his persone reverens. _Quartus cives._ Late us than welcome hym with flowres and brawnchis of the tre, ffor he wole take that to plesawns becawse of redolens. _Here the iiij. ceteseynys makyn hem redy for to mete with oure Lord, goyng barfot and barelegged, and in here shyrtes, savyng thei xal have here gownys cast abouth them; and qwan thei seen oure Lord, thei xal sprede ther clothis beforn hym, and he xal lyth and go ther upon, and thei xal falle downe upon ther knes alle at onys, the fyrst thus seyng_, _Primus cives._ Now blyssyd he be that in oure Lordys name, To us in any wyse wole resorte, And we beleve veryly that thou dost the same, For be thi mercy xal spryng mannys comforte. _Here Cryst passyth forth, ther metyth with hym a serteyn of chylderyn with flowres, and cast beforn hym, and they synggyn “Gloria Laus,” and beforn on seyth_, Thow sone of Davyd, thou be oure supporte, At oure last day whan we xal dye, Wherefore we alle at onys to the exorte, Cryeng mercy! mercy! mercye! _Jhesu._ ffrendys, beholde the tyme of mercy; The wiche is come now, withowtyn dowth; Mannys sowle in blysse now xal edyfy, And the prynce of the werd is cast owth. As I have prechyd in placys abowth, And shewyd experyence to man and wyf, Into this werd Goddys sone hath sowth ffor veray love man to revyfe. The trewthe of trew this xal now be tryede, And a perfith of corde betwyx God and man, Wiche trewthe xal nevyr be dyvide, Confusyon onto the fynd Sathan! _Primus pauper homo._ Thou sone of Davyd! on us have mercye, As we must stedfast belevyn in the; Thi goodnesse, Lord, lete us be nye, Wheche lyth blynd here and may not se! _Secundus pauper homo._ Lord, lete thi mercy to us be sewre, And restore to us oure bodyly syth! We know thou may us wel recure, With the lest poynt of thi gret myth. _Jhesu._ ȝowre beleve hath made thou for to se, And delyveryd ȝow fro alle mortal peyne; Blyssyd be alle tho that beleve on me, And se me not with here bodyly eyn. _Here Cryst blyssyth here eyn and thei may se, the fyrst seyng_, _Primus pauper homo._ Gramercy, Lord! of thi gret grace, I that was blynd, now may se. _Secundus pauper homo._ Here I forsake al my trespace, And stedfastly wyl belevyn on the. _Here Cryst procedyth on fote, with his dyscipulys after hym, Cryst wepyng upon the cyté, saying thus_,