_Adam._ I thanke the, Lord, of thi grett grace, That now is forȝovyn my grett trespace; Now xal we dwellyn in blysful place, In joye and endeles myrthe. Thorwe my synne man was fforlorn, And man to save thou wore alle torn, And of a mayd in Bedlem born, That evyr blyssyd be thi byrthe! _Eva._ Blyssyd be thou, Lord of lyff! I am Eve, Adamis wyff; Thou hast soferyd strok and stryff, ffor werkys that we wrought. Thi mylde mercy haht alle forȝevyn, Dethis dentys on the were drevyn, Now with the, Lord, we xul levyn,— Thi bryght blood hath us bowthe. _Johannes Baptista._ I am thi cosyn, my name is John; Thi woundys hath betyn the to the bon; I babtyȝid the in flom Jordon, And ȝaff thi body baptyȝe. With thi grace now xul we gon ffrom oure enmyes everychon, And fyndyn myrthis many on, In pley of paradyse. _Abraham._ I am Abraham, fadyr trowe, That reyned after Noes flowe; A sory synne Adam gan sowe, That clad us alle in care. A sone that maydenys mylk hath sokyn, And with his blood oure bonde hath brokyn, Helle logge lyth unlokyn, ffro fylthe with frende we fare. _Anima Christi._ ffayre ffrendys, now be ȝe wunne, On ȝow shyneth the sothfast sunne; The gost that alle grevaunce hath gunne, fful harde I xal hym bynde. As wyckyd werme thou gunne apere, To tray my chylderyn that were so dere, Therfore, traytour, hevermore here Newe peynes thou xalt evyr ffynde. Thorwe blood I took of mannys kynde, ffals devyl, I here the bynde, In endles sorwe I the wynde, Therin evyrmore to dwelle. Now thou art bownde, thou mayst not fle, ffor thin envyous cruelté In endeles dampnacian xalt thou be, And nevyr comyn out of helle. _Belialle._ Alas! herrow! now am I bownde, In helle gonge to ly on grounde, In hendles sorwe now am I wounde, In care evyr more to dwelle. In helle logge I lyȝ alone, Now is my joye awey al gone, ffor alle fendys xul be my fone, I xal nevyr com from helle. _Anima Christi._ Now is ȝour ffoo boundyn in helle, That evyr was besy ȝow for to qwelle; Now wele I rysyn fflesche and ffelle, that rent was for ȝour sake. Myn owyn body that hynge on rode, And be the Jewys nevyr so wode, It xal aryse bothe flesche and blode; My body now wyl I take. _Tunc transiet anima Christi ad resuscitandum corpus, quo resuscitato, dicat Jhesus_, _Jhesus._ Harde gatys have I gon, And peynes sofryd many on, Stomblyd at stake and at ston, Nyȝ thre and thretty ȝere. I lyght out of my faderes trone, ffor to amende mannys mone; My flesche was betyn to the bon, My blood i-bledde clere.