Synopsis

BE MY COMFORT, CHRIST JESUS ! Jesus that sprang of Jesse's root, As us hath preached the prophete, Flower and fruit both soft and soote ‘ To mannis soul of savour sweet ; Jesu, Thou broughtest man to boot When Gabriel gan Mary greet, To fell our foemen under foot, In her Thou sit'st a seemly seat ; A maiden was Thy mother meet, Of whom Thou tookest flesh for us ; As ye may both my bales beet,^ So be my comfort, Christ Jesus. Jesu, Thou art wisdom of wit. Of Thy Father full of might ! Mannis soul to saven it. In poor apparel Thou wert dight. Jesu, Thou were in cradle knit 1 SwMt. » Amend.