Hic venient ad sepulcrum Maria Magdalene, Maria Jacobi, et Maria Solomæ; et dicit Maria Magdalene,
Swete systeryn, I ȝow beseche,
Heryght now my specyal speche;
Go we with salvys ffor to leche
Cryst that tholyd wounde.
He hath us wonnyn owt of wreche;
The ryght wey God wyl us teche
ffor to seke my lorde, my leche,
His blood hath me unbownde.
vij. devyls in me were pyght:
My love, my lord, my God Almyght,
Awey he weryd tho ffyndys wight
With his wyse wurde.
He droff fro me the fendes lees,
In myn swete sowle his chawmere I ches,
In me belevyth the lorde of pes,
I go to his burryenge boorde.
Maria Jacobi. My systeres sone I woot he was,
He lyth in here as sunne in glas,
The chylde was born by oxe and asse
Up in a bestys stalle.
Thow his body be gravyd undyr gras,
The grete godhede is nevyr the lasse,
The Lord xal rysyn and gon his pas,
And comfortyn his ffrendys alle.
