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CLVI. Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis.
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O tryclyn of the triniteReplete with alle diuinite,
O flowre of alle uirginite,
Ora pro nobis.
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O blessid quene of heuen blys,Wheroff the ioye eternalle is,
Of the whiche blis thatte we not mys,
Ora pro nobis.
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O emperesse of helle alsoo,Into thatte place thatt we not goo,
Where is derkenes and endles woo,
Ora pro nobis.
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O spowsesse of Crist, oure sauyowre,The whiche restyd in thy chast bowre,
Thatte he kepe us fro alle dolowre,
Ora pro nobis.
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O sweete lady so meke and mylde,Vnto Ihesu, thy blessid chylde,
Fro blysse thatt we be notte exylde,
Ora pro nobis.
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Holy moder of Crist Ihesu,Thatte is the lorde of alle vertu,
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Ora pro nobis.
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Holy virgyn of virgyns alle,Thatt thy sweete sone Ihesus may calle
Vs vnto hym, bothe grete and smalle,
Ora pro nobis.
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Thatte we, whiche be terrestrialle,May leve this lyff so bestialle
And come to blysse celestialle,
Ora pro nobis.
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