Behold (O pitiful father) thy most pitiful Son, which suffered for me being so wicked. Be hold (o most merciful king) who suffereth, and remember (as thou art loving and kind) for whom he suffered. Is not this (O my Lord) that innocent whom although he were thy son, thou didst deliver to redeem & ransom a servant? Is not this the author and beginner of life, which being led as a sheep to be killed, & being made obedient to thee, even ⟨p. 54⟩unto death, was not afraid to take upon him the most cruel and sharp kind of death? Call to remembrance (O thou distributor of all health) that this is he whom (although thou diddest beget him by thy power, yet not withstanding) thou wouldest have to be made partaker of mine infirmity and weakness. Truly this same is thy Godhead which did take upon him my nature, which was hanged upon the gibbet of torment or cross, which in the flesh which he had taken upon him, did suffer sorrowful punishment. Turn the eyes of thy majesty (O Lord my ⟨image 56⟩God) toward the work of thine unspeakable pity. Look upon thy deer Son, whose whole body is stretched forth. Mark the harmless and pure hands which do drop and distil down innocent blood. And I beseech thee, be pacified and pardon the wicked deeds which my hands have committed. Consider his bare & naked side, being thrust through cruelly with a spear, and renew and wash me with the holy fountain or well which I believe did flow from thence. Mark the unspotted feet which have not stand in the way of sinners, but alway have walked in thy law, how they are ⟨p. 55⟩pierced through with sharp nails, & make perfect my steps in thy paths, and make me (of thy loving kindness) to hate all ways of iniquity. Remove from me the way of iniquity, and make me (of thy mercy) to choose the way of truth. I beseech thee (o king of holy men) by this holy one of all holy ones, & by this my redeemer: to make me run the way of thy commandments, that I may be united & knit unto him in spirit, which did not disdain to be clad in my flesh. Dost thou not look upon and mark (o pitiful father) the head of thy most dearly beloved son, a young man, ⟨image 57⟩how it leaned upon his shoulder when he was past the most precious death? Behold (o my most gentle creator) the humanity & gentleness of thy beloved son, and have compassion upon the feebleness of me thy weak & feeble handy work.
BEholde (O pitiful father) thy most pitifull sōne, which suffred for me being so wicked. Be hold (o most merciful king) who suffreth, and remember (as thou art louing and kinde) for whom he suffred. Is not this (O my Lorde) that innocent whom allthough he were thy sonne, thou didst deliuer to redeme & raunsō a seruant? Is not this the author and beginner of life, whiche being led as a sheep to bee killed, & beeing made obediēt to thee, euen ⟨p. 54⟩vnto death, was not afraid to take vpō him the moste cruell and sharp kinde of death? Cal to remembraunce (O thou distributor of all helth) that this is he whom (althoughe thou diddest beget him by thy power, yet not withstanding) thou wouldest haue to bee made partaker of mine infirmitie and weaknes. Truly this same is thy Godhed whiche did take vpō him my nature, whiche was hanged vppō the gibbet of tourment or cros, whiche in the fleshe whiche he had taken vpon him, did suffer sorowful punishment. Turn the eyes of thy maiestie (O Lord my ⟨image 56⟩God) toward the wurk of thine vnspekeable pitie. Look vpō thy deere sonne, whose whole body is stretched forth. Mark ye harmles and pure hands whiche doo drop and distill down innocent bloud. And I beseeche thee, bee pacified and pardon the wicked dedes whiche my hands haue cō mitted. Consider his bare & naked side, being thrust thorow cruelly with a spear, and renue and wash me with the holy fountain or well which I beleeue did flow from thens. Mark the vnspotted feet which haue not stand in the way of sinners, but alway haue walked in thy law, how thei are ⟨p. 55⟩perced thorow wt sharp nailes, & make perfect my steps in thy paths, and make me (of thy louing kindnes) to hate all wayes of iniquitie. Remoue from me the way of iniquitie, and make me (of thy mercy) to chuse ye way of truth. I beseeche thee (o king of holy men) by this holy one of all holy ones, & by this my redemer: to make me run the way of thy commaundements, that I may be vnited & knit vnto him in spirit, whiche did not disdain to be clad in my flesh. Dost thou not look vpon and mark (o pitifull father) the head of thy moste deerly beloued sōne, a yungmā, ⟨image 57⟩how it leaned vpō his shoulder whē he was past the moste precious death? Beholde (o my most gentle creator) the humanitie & gentlenes of thy beloued sonne, and haue compassiō vpon the feblenes of me thy weak & feeble handy wurk.
