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CXLV. O regina clemencie,
O mater indulgencie.
1
O Iesse yerde florigerat,The fruyte of liffe is sprunge of þe,
The prynce of pes desiderat
And kyng of highe regalite.
2
O quene of blisse celestiall,Childryn of Eve, we calle to þe
Here in this vale terrestriall,
Bothe highe and lowe in oure degre.
3
Thatte lorde, thatte in thy wombe didde rest,The whiche hath made and creatt þe,
Thou hast fedde with thy holy brest
In all clennes and purite.
4
O meke Hester so fayre of face,Kyng Assuere for loue of the
Hath take mankynde ayen to grace
And fro all syn hath made it fre.
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5
O benigne meyde, moder and wyffe,Oure ioy is wonne only by the:
Sothly, thou arte the gate of liffe,
The whiche Ezechiel didde se.
6
Pray thy sweete sonne, þat high iustice,Thatt we may dwell with hym and þe
In the sweete blisse of paradyce,
Wherof endyng never shall be. Amen.
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