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CLXIII. O mater summi iudicis,
Succurre nobis miseris.
1
O sweete lady, o uirgyn pure,O mater summi iudicis,
On us mekely do thou thy cure:
Succurre nobis miseris.
2
Atte domys day, when we haue nedeTuis preclaris meritis,
Then we the pray, in worde and dede
Succurre nobis miseris.
3
Crist, thy sweete sone, thoughe we offende,Qui lux est veri luminis,
Yet, sweete lady, atte oure last ende
Succurre nobis miseris.
4
Haue mynde, thou art the quene of blysEt mater expers criminis;
Haue mynde, lady, and thenke on this,
Succurre nobis miseris.
5
For oure trespas and oure offenseNe dampnemur cum impijs,
Sith thou art quene of indulgense,
Succurre nobis miseris.
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