Jesus spolians infernum, xij spiritus, vi boni et vi mail.
JESUS¶an on mould, be meek to me,
And have thy maker in thy mind,
And think how I have borne for thee,
With peerless pains for to be pined.
The promise of my Father free
Have I fulfilled, as folk may find.
Therefore about now will I be
Those I have bought for to unbind.
The fiend with fraud did gain
Through fruit of earthly food;
I have them gotten again
Through buying with my blood.
And so I shall that state restore
From which the fiend fell for sin;
There shall mankind dwell evermore.
In bliss that never shall decline.
All that in work my workmen were,
Out of their woe I will them win,
And some sign shall I send before
Of grace to make their games begin.
A light I will they have,
To shew I shall come soon.
My body bides in grave
Till all these deeds be done.
My Father ordained on this wise,
After his will that I should wend
For to fulfil the prophecies,
And I as spake my solace to spend.
My friends that on me in faith relies
Now from their foes I shall defend,