And the felowe wondred at her. But helde hys peace, to wete whether the Lorde had made hys iourney prosperous or not.
Who so is wyse, & pondreth these thynges well, shal vnderstande the louyng kyndnesses of the Lorde.
and he sayde. Lord God of my master Abraham, sende me good spede thys daye, and shewe mercye vnto my master Abraham.
And he went with them, and came to Nazareth, and was obedient to them: But his mother kepte al these sayinges in her herte.
But Mary kept all those sayinges, and pondered them in her herte.
O that men wolde prayse the goodnesse of the Lord, and the wonders that he doth for the chyldren of men.
O that men wolde praise the goodnesse of the Lorde, and the wonders that he doth for the chyldren of men.
O geue thankes vnto the Lord, for he is gracious, & his mercy endureth for euer.
And he sayed vnto them: hinder me not for the Lord hath prospered my iorney. Sende me awaye that I may go vnto my master.
And she poured out her pitcher in to the tough hastely, & runne agayn vnto the well, to fet water: and drewe for all hys camels.
& sayd: blessed be the lorde God of my master Abraham whych ceasseth not to deale mercyfully & truly wyth my master, & hath brought me the waye to my masters brothers house.