Adden he folged godes red,
Al man-kin adde ſeli ſped; 240
For sin they lost
the bliss of Paradise.
for ſinne he ðat bliſſe for-loren,
ðat derede al ðat of hem was boren;
It is her-after in ðe ſong,
Hu adam fel in pine ſtrong. 244
The sixth day
passed and
Forð glod ðiſ ſexte dais lig[t],
After glod ðe ſexte nig[t];
the seventh
morning sprung.
That day betokened
long rest.
ðe ſeuendai morgen ſpro[_n_]g,
ðat dai tokenede reſte lo_n_g; 248
ðis dai waſ forð i_n_ reſte wrogt,
Ilc kinde newes ear waſ brog[t];
God ordained this
day a day of bliss
and rest.
God ſette ðis dai folk bitwen,
Dai of bliſſe and off reſte ben, 252
for ðat time ear fear bi-forn,
So it remained
until Christ rose
from the cold
rock.
Til ihesus was on werlde boren,
And til he was on ðe rode-wold,
And biried in ðe roche cold. 256
And reſtede him after ðe ded,
ðat ilke dai god aligen bed.
Then the Sunday
from that time
forth became hallowed
for ever.
Siðen for-leſ ðat dai iſ priſ,
for ih_esus_,[94] god and man ſo wis, 260
Roſ fro ded on ðe ſunenday,
[Fol. 6.]
ðat is forð ſiðen worðed ay;
So shall it remain
until Doomsday.
And it ſal ben ðe laſte tid,
Quan al man-kinde, on werlde wid, 264
Sal ben fro dede to liue brogt,
And ſeli ſad fro ðe forwrogt,
An ben don in bliſſe and in lif,
fro ſwinc, and ſorwe, and deades ſtrif. 268
Wisdom made
each thing of
nought.
Wiſdom ðe made ilc ðing of nogt,
q_u_uat-ſo-eu_er_e on heuone or her iſ wrogt.
Lucifer waxed
proud,
Ligber he ſridde a dere ſrud,
An he wurðe in him-ſeluen prud, 272
and with that
pride came envy.
An wid ðat p_ri_de him wex a nyð,
ðat iwel weldeð al his ſið;
[94] MS. ihc.