I thought I would offer one of those literary opinions that no-one requested :

Swet Jesus hend and fre,
That was i-strawght on rode tre,
Nowthe and euer mid vs be
And vs schild form sinne.
Let thou noght to helle te
Thai that beth her-inne.
So bright of ble thou hire me,
Hoppe of alle mankynne!
Do us i-se the Trinite
And heuene riche to winne.
11] This world is loue is gon awai
So dew on grasse in someris dai,
Few ther beth, weilawai,
That louith Goddis lore.
Al we beth iclung so clai,
We schold rew that sore.
Prince and king, what, wenith thai
To libbe euir-more?
Leueth your plai and crieth ai:
Jesu Crist, thin ore!
21] Alas, alas, the riche men,
Of muk whi wol ye fille yur denne?
Wende ye to ber hit henne?
Nai, so mote I thriue!
Ye sulle se that al is fenne,
The catel of this liue.
To Criste ye ren and falleth o knen
That wondis tholiid fiue,
For ye beth trenne worthi to brenne
In bitter helle kiu.