Revelation · Chapter 3

[ edit] And to þe aungel of þe chirche of Sardis write þou, Þes þinges ſeiþ he, þat haþ þe ſeuen ſpirites of God, and ſeuen ſterres. I woot þi werkes, for þou haſt name, þat þou lyueſt, and þou art deed. Be þou wakinge, and confirme oþere þinges, þat weren to diynge; forſoþe I fynde not þi werkes ful bifore my God. Þerfore haue þou in mynde, hou þou receyuediſt, and herdiſt; and kepe, and do penaunce. Þerfore if þou ſhalt not wake, I ſhal come to þee as a nyȝt þeef, and þou ſhalt not wite in what our I ſhal come to þee. But þou haſt a fewe names in Sardis, þe whiche defouleden not her cloþes; and þei ſhulen walke wiþ me in whijte þingis, for þei ben worþi.

He þat ſhal ouercome, ſhal be cloþid þus wiþ whijte cloþis; and I ſhal not do awey his name of þe boke of lijf, and I ſhal knowleche his name bifore my fadir, and bifore his aungels. He þat haþ eres, here, what þe ſpirit ſhal ſeie to chirchis. And to þe aungel of þe chirche of Philadelphe wrijte þou, Þes þinges ſeiþ þe holy and trewe, þat haþ þe keye of Dauid; þe which openiþ, and no man cloſiþ, he cloſiþ, and no man openiþ. I woot þi werkis, and lo! I ȝaf bifore þee a dore openid, þe which no man mai cloſe; for þou haſt a litel vertu, and haſt kept my word, and denyeſt not my name. Lo! I ſhal ȝyue to þee of þe ſynagoge of Saþanas, þe whiche ſeien hem for to be Jewis, and ben not, but liȝen.

Lo! I ſhal make hem, þat þei come, and worſchipe bifore þi feet; and þei ſhulen wite, for I louede þee, for þou keptiſt þe word of my pacience. And I ſhal kepe þee fro þe hour of temptacioun, þat is to comynge in to al þe world, for to tempte men dwellinge in erþe. Lo! I come ſoone; holde þat þat þou haſt, þat no man take þi coroun. And him þat ſhal ouercome, I ſhal make a piler in þe temple of my God, and he ſhal no more go out; and I ſhal write on him þe name of my God, and þe name of þe citee of my God, of newe Jeruſalem, þat comeþ doun fro heuene of my God, and my newe name. He þat haþ eres, here, what þe ſpirit ſhal ſeie to chirchis.

And to þe aungel of þe chirche of Laodice wrijte þou, Þes þinges ſeiþ Amen, þat is verreyli, þe feiþful witneſſe and trewe, þe which is þe bigynnyng of Goddis creature. I woot þi werkes, for neþer þou art coold, neþer hoot; I wolde þat þou were coold, or hoot; but for þou art lew, and neþer coold, neþer hoot, I ſhal bigynne for to caſte þee out of my mouþ. For þou ſeiſt, Þat I am riche, and ful of goodis, and I haue nede of no man; and þou wooſt not, for þou art a wrecche, and wrechful, and pore, and blynd, and nakid.

I counſeile þee, for to bye of me gold fijrid, and proued, þat þou be maad riche, and be cloþid wiþ whijt cloþis, þat þe confuſioun of þi nakidneſſe appere not; and anoynte þin iȝen wiþ a colirie, þat is, medicynal for iȝen, maad of diuerſe erbis, þat þou ſe. I whom I loue, reproue, and chaſtiſe; þerfore ſue, or loue, and do penaunce. Lo! I ſtonde at þe dore, and knocke; if ony man ſhal here my voys, and opene þe ȝat, I ſhal entre to hym, and ſoupe wiþ hym, and he wiþ me. I ſhal ȝiue to hym þat ſhal ouercome, for to ſitte wiþ me in my troone, as and I ouercam, and ſat wiþ my fadir in his troone. He þat haþ eres, here, what þe ſpirit ſhal ſeie to chirchis.