Free Welcome.

Whatever comes, let's be content withal:
Among God's blessings there is no one small.

Open thy gates
To him who weeping waits,
And might come in,
But that held back by sin.
Let mercy be
So kind, to set me free,
And I will straight
Come in, or force the gate.

In vain our labours are whatsoe'er they be,
Unless God gives the benedicite.

When I shall sin, pardon my trespass here;
For once in hell, none knows remission there.

God, who me gives a will for to repent,
Will add a power to keep me innocent;
That I shall ne'er that trespass recommit
When I have done true penance here for it.

Out of the world he must, who once comes in.
No man exempted is from death, or sin.