He is mighty enough our sorrow to slake. [be in._
Full good amends he will us make,
And we to him cry or call: _if._
What grief or woe that do thee thrall,[45]
Yet alway thank God for all.

Though thou be in prison cast,
Or any distress men do thee bede, _offer._
For Christés love yet be steadfast,
And ever have mind on thy creed;
Think he faileth us never at need,
The dearworth duke that deem us shall;[46]
When thou art sorry, thereof take heed,[47]
And alway thank God for all.

Though thy friendes from thee fail,
And death by rene hend[48] their life,
Why shouldest thou then weep or wail?
It is nought against God to strive: _it is useless._

Himself maked both man and wife--
To his bliss he bring us all: _may he bring._
However thou thole or thrive, _suffer._
Alway thank God for all.

What diverse sonde[49] that God thee send,
Here or in any other place,
Take it with good intent;
The sooner God will send his grace.
Though thy body be brought full base, _low._