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XI. O virgo summe decora,
Pro nobis Cristum exora.
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Sith of right thou mayst not forsakeMankyende, the whiche thy sonne hath take,
Oure care and woo forto a-slake
Pro nobis Cristum exora.
2
Sith thou arte quene and thy sonne kingOf blis, that shalle haue noon endyng,
To that swete place vs alle to bring
Pro nobis Cristum exora.
3
Of alle women sith thou art floureAnd moder of oure sauyoure,
To save and kepe vs froo doloure
Pro nobis Christum exora.
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Sith thou arte the lanterne of lightShynyng aboue alle aungellis bright,
Of hym that we may haue a sight,
Pro nobis Christum exora.
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Sith thou arte made emperesse of helle,The payne wherof no tunge can telle,
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Pro nobis Christum exora.
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Sith oure trust is in the alloneNext god, that is bothe iij. and one,
To here oure moone and graunte oure boon,
Pro nobis Christum exora.
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