Classic Poem

Hail Ihesu, my creator, of the sorrowing, medicine!
Hail Ihesu, my saviour, that for me suffered pine!
Hail Ihesu, help and succour, my love be ay thine!
Hail Ihesu, the blessed flower of thy mother, virgin!

Hail Ihesu, leader to light, in sawl thou art full sweet!
Thy love shines day and night, that strongs me in this street;
Lene me langing for thy sight and give me grace til greet,
For thou, Ihesu, has that might that all my bale may bete.

Ihesu, thy grace my heart inspire, that me til bliss may bring;
On thee I set all my desire, thou art my love langing,
Thy love is burning, as the fire that ever on high will spring;
Far fro me put pride and ire, for them I love na thing.

Hail Ihesu, price of my prayer, Lord of majesty!
Thou art joy that lastes ay, all delight thou art to see,
Give me grace, as thou well may, thy lover for to be.
My langing wends never away til that I come til thee.

Ihesu to love ay be me lief, that is my ghostly good.
Allas, my God is, as a thief, nailed til the rood!
His tender veins begin to brest, running with his blood,
Hands and feet with nails are fest; that changes my mood.

Ihesu my king is me full dear, that with his blood me bought;
With spitting spread, is all that chere, to death with beating brought.
For me he tholed these pains sere, for me, wretched, he wrought;
Forthy they sit my heart full near, that I forget them nought.

Ihesu, by fortune of ilk a sight thou grant me grace to speed,
That I may love thee aright, and have thee to my meed.
Thy love is fast in ilk fanding, and ever at all our need;
Thou through thy grace art my yearning, in til thy light me lead.