Over the brook of Cedron Christ is gone,
To entertain the combat with his d**h,
Where David fled beforetime void of breath
To scape the treacheries of Absalon.
Go, let us follow him in pa**ion,
Over this brook, this world that walloweth,
A stream of cares that drown our thoughts beneath,
And wash away all resolution.
Beyond the world he must be pa**èd clear,
That in the world for Christ will troubles bear:
Leave we, O leave we then this miry flood,
Friends, pleasures, and unfaithful good.
Now we are up, now down, but cannot stand;
We sink, we reel; Jesu, stretch forth thy hand.