I have set my hert so hie

I have set my hert so hie
Me liket no love that lowere is,
And alle the paines that I may drie,
Me thenk hit do me good iwis;
For on that lorde that loved us alle
So hertely have I set my thowght,
It is my joye on him to calle,
For love me hath in balus browght.
Me thenk it do iwis.