At Prime Jesus was y-led
Tofore Sir Pilate
There witnesses false and fele
Belowen Him for hate.
They to-stake His sweet head
With one thornen crown;
To Calvary His cross He bear
Well reulichy out of the town.
On cross y-nailed was Jesus
At Sixten tide
Strong thieves hangen they on
Either half His side.
In His pine His strong thirst
Staunched they with gall
So that God's holy Lamb
Of sin wash us all.
At Nones Jesus Christ
Thane hard death deeled
He cried Eloi to His Father,
The soul he gan upyield.
A Knight with one sharp spear
Stung Him in the right side.
Th' earth shoke, the sun dim become,
In thare tide.
Of the Cross He was do
At Evesong's hour;
The strength left lotede in God
Of our Saviour.
Such death He under-yede
Of life the medecine,
Alas he was y-laid adown
The crown of bliss in pine.
At Compline it was y-bore
To the burying,
That noble corpse of Jesus Christ,
Hope of lives coming.
Well richly it was anoint,
Fulfilled His holy book;
I bid, Lord, Thy passion
To mine mend look.