O, to whom shall I make my moan
For to go with me in that heavy journey?
All my friends leave.
My Good- Deeds, where are you?
Here I lie cold in the ground;
Thy sins hath me sore bound,
That I cannot stir.
O, Good-Deeds, I stand in fear;
I must you pray counsel,
For help now should come right well.
Everyman, I have understanding
That you be summoned account to make
And you will find me and continue your journey
Therefore I come to you;
I pray you, that you will go with me.
I would full fain, but I cannot stand verily.
Why, is there anything on you fall?
Yea, sir, I may thank you of all;
If you had perfectly cheered me,
Your book of account now full ready had be.
Look, the books of your works and deeds eke;
Oh, see how they lie under the feet,
To your soul's heaviness.
Our Lord Jesus, help me!
There is a blind reckoning in time of distress!
Good-Deeds, I pray you, help me in this need,
Or else I am forever damned indeed;
Therefore help me to make reckoning
Before the redeemer of all thing,
That king is, and was, and ever shall.
Everyman, I am sorry for your fall,
And fain would I help you, and I were able.
Good-Deeds, you give me counsel and I pray you.
Though that on my feet I may not go,
I have a sister, that shall with you also,
Called Knowledge, which shall you abide,
To help you make that dreadful reckoning.
Everyman, I will go with you