III.
[1]
Lauerd, hou felefolded are þa
Þat droues me to do me wa!
[2]
Fele rise ogaine me, 2 fele saies þis
To mi saule: “nys hele nane in gode his”.
3
And, lauerd, mi fanger art þou in lande,
Mi blisse, and mi heued vpheueande.
4
With my steuen to lauerd cried .I.;
And he herd me fra his hille hali.
5
.I. am methful, for .i. slepe;
And .i. raas, for lauerd me kepe.
6
Noght sal .i. drede a thousand
Ofe folke, ar me vmgyuand;
Rys, lauerd, ai ful ofe blisse,
Saufe make me, my god þat isse.
7
For þou smate doune with þi hand
Alle to me witherwendand
With-outen sake or any skil;
Tethe ofe sinful brised þou il.
8
Ofe lauerd es hele for-by al þinge;
And ouer þi folke be þi blissinge.