[Headnote: _Jesus appears to the apostles and blesses them._]
[Sidenote: no{ t}a de sepulc{ r}o Marie vacuo.] owte of þ{ a}t that place then they yede, and the tumba they vndede. 676 nothyng ther-on ther{ e} thei founde [Sidenote: [leaf 85, back]] but a flour{ e} atte grounde.
Oute of þe place swiþe þei ȝede, And þe tumbe þei vndede; 844 No þing þ{ er} Inne þei ne fou{ n}de, But a manere floure at þe grounde.
[Sidenote: Manna] That flo{ ur} manna was cleped that in the tumba was steked. 680 they went ałł a-boute þe tumbe and kneled on the bare g{ ro}unde, and seid, “Ih{ es}u, goddis sone, ałł that thu sendes, it is wel-come. 684 Mightefułł is the heuene kyng; and that we know bi thi sayng. no man may know his p{ ri}uyte, nother his swete dignite.” 688
That floure was ‘manna’ yclepid; Hit was in þe tumbe ystekyd. 848 Thei ȝeden alle abowte þe tumbe And knelede on þe bare grounde, And seiden, “ih{ es}u, godes sone, Al þi sonde be welcome. 852 Myȝtful art þou, heuene kynge; That mai we wite bi þis tokenynge; For no man mai wite ne se What is þi derne p{ ri}uete.” 856
Amonge þe apostolis alle a light, the kyng that is in heuene bright, and blessid ham alle in fere emonge the angelis þ{ a}t ther{ e} were, 692 and seid, “my pees be w{ i}t{ h} yow nowthe, blessid ye be of goddis mowthe.”
Cryst of heuene, þat is so bryȝt, Amonge þe apostles sone he lyȝt, And gret hem alle yfere, W{ i}t{ h} aungeles fele þ{ a}t w{ i}t{ h} hi{ m} were, 860 And seide, “now pees be w{ i}t{ h} vs! Blessed be ȝe,” seide Ih{ es}us.
[Sidenote: no{ t}a miracul{ u}m ap{ osto}lor{ um}.] A mysty cloude cam aft{ er} than{ e}, and ou{ er}sprad them eu{ er}ychon{ e}, 696 and bare them alle þ{ er} they wer{ e}, in-to the stede that they wer{ e} er{ e}.
A lyȝt cloude come aft{ er} þan, And ou{ er} sprad hem eu{ er}y man, 864 [Sidenote: [leaf 80]] And bar hem alle þat ben þere, In to here stedes þ{ er} þei p{ re}ched ere; And fonden alle þat folke ȝete, Sittand stille atte here fete. 868 And þei bigo{ n}ne for to p{ re}che, And þe folke for to teche.
moche wond{ er} then hem thought how thei wer{ e} thed{ er} y-brought, 700 for thei ne wiste whi ne whan{ e}; and thei seid euerychon{ e} that rightfull is heuene kyng, Ih{ es}us lord ou{ er} ałł thyng. 704
Moche wondre hem þo þouȝt How þei weren þidre brouȝt. 872 Miȝtful art þou, heuene kynge, Ih{ es}u Crist, in alle þinge! The apostles kneled in þat stede; To ih{ es}u þei bede a bede. 876 Ih{ es}u herde here p{ ra}iere, For þei were hi{ m} leue { and} dere.