XLVII. Honoure to the alone,
That art bothe iij. and one
1
O lorde, by whome althing is wrought,
And withoute whom is wrought right nought,
With hert, with myende, with wille and thought
Honour to the alone.
2
O, whiche haast made bothe day and nyght,
The firmament and sterres bright,
The sonne and mone to yeve vs light,
Honour to the alone.
3
O, whiche hast take mortall nature
Of moder Marie, virgyne pure,
For to redeme eche creature,
Honour to the alone.
4
O fader withoute begynnyng,
O sone of the fader beyng,
O holy goost of bothe ij. proceding,
Honour to the alone.
5
O fader, in whome alle strength is pight,
O sone also, that wisdome hight,
O holy goost, fro whome alle grace doth light,
Honour to the alone.
6
O iij. persones in one vnite
Beyng but one god and one light,
One in substance, essens and myght,
Honour to the alone.
7
O fader, o sonne, o holigoost,
O iij and one, of myghtis moost,
Of lest and moost in euery coost
Honour to the alone.
