CXLVIII. The sone of god in trone
Hath take mankynd alone.
1
The sone of god so full of myght
Came downe fro heuen trone,
And into Mary he dyd lyght
To saue mankynde alone.
2
He, that of nought althyng wrought, þan
(I take witnesse of Ihon)
Withowte syn he is made a man
To saue mankynde alone.
3
As the sonne beame goith þroughe þe glasse
And hurt to itt dothe none,
Throughe meyde Mary so did he passe
To saue mankynde alone.
4
Bothe withowte peyn, woo and dolowre
In flesshe, in felle and bone
Thatt meyde hath born oure sauywre
To saue mankynde alone.
5
For syn mankynd in helle was cast,
And confort it hadde none,
Till Crist Ihesus came atte the last
To saue mankynde alone.
6
In derknes, peyn, dolowre and woo
Olde faders made grete mone
Callyng for Crist (scripture seyeth soo)
To saue mankynde alone.
7
Prophetis prechyd, as seyeth scripture,
In tyme full longe agone,
Thatt Crist scholde come and take nature
To saue mankynde alone.
8
Kutte of the hill withowte mannys hond
Crist is the cornere stone
Born of a meyde, I vnderstond,
To saue mankynde alone.
