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VIII. To hevyn blis that we may come,
O mater, ora filium.
1
O quene of grace and of conforte,Whose vertu we cannot reporte,
At nede to the sith we resorte,
O mater, ora filium.
2
Moder and mayde in one personeWas nevir none, but thou alone;
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O mater, ora filium.
3a
[For thy meke chaste virginite,As we rede in diuinitee,
In the restyd the trinite:
O mater, ora filium.]
3b
Sith thou hast born in virginiteThe secunde person in trinite,
The sonne of god in diuinite,
O mater, ora filium.
4
Sith of honoure thou arte so grete,That next god in blis is thy sete,
Swete lady, thou vs not forgete:
O mater, ora filium.
5
Sith Criste of the mankyende wolde takeAnd the his moder so wolde make,
That he hath take, thou not forsake:
O mater, ora filium.
6
Sith Criste by the hath made man freeWith his hert bloode vpon a tree,
That for oure synne we lost not be,
O mater, ora filium.
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