Afraid, alas, and why so suddenly?
Why so dismayed? Why should she heavy be,
Or otherwise evil apaid? Afraid.

Sith it concluded was in the Trinity
That the Son of God should make us all free,
Though death be bewailed by ways of pity,
Yet when our Lady’s Son was slain,
Our soules comfort came again:
Therefore though death be never so sore,
Now, blessed Lady, weep no more: Afraid.

Methinketh in my reason thou ought to be glad,
When Jews with their treason to death thy Son lad:
They beat him for our guilt, though he sin no had;
Thy Son was doughty, the fiend was adrad:
To joy of every worldes wight,
So now is known thy Sonnes might:
Therefore though death be never so sore,
Now, blessed Lady, weep no more: Afraid.

Well I remember his woundes were full smart;
The crown at his head, the spear at his heart,
They beating and bruising, or life did depart;
All was on red blood without any shirt:
But blessed be that hour that He suffered
That sharp shower!
Therefore though death be never so sore,
Now, blessed Lady, weep no more: Afraid.

Glorious Lady, of heaven high queen,
Lay down all thy weeping, let no more be seen!
Remember thy joys, that joyful aye been!
Thy dear Son is past his trouble and his teen;
His death was sweet, it did us good;
He bought us with His precious blood:
Therefore though death be never so sore,
Now, blessed Lady, weep no more: Afraid.