Die Gedichte des Franziskaners Jakob Ryman

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Sith of right thou mayst not forsake
Mankyende, the whiche thy sonne hath take,
Oure care and woo forto a-slake
Pro nobis Cristum exora.

Sith thou arte quene and thy sonne king
Of blis, that shalle haue noon endyng,
To that swete place vs alle to bring
Pro nobis Cristum exora.

Of alle women sith thou art floure
And moder of oure sauyoure,
To save and kepe vs froo doloure
Pro nobis Christum exora.

Sith thou arte the lanterne of light
Shynyng aboue alle aungellis bright,
Of hym that we may haue a sight,
Pro nobis Christum exora.

Sith thou arte made emperesse of helle,
The payne wherof no tunge can telle,

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That we for synne therin not dwelle,
Pro nobis Christum exora.

Sith oure trust is in the allone
Next god, that is bothe iij. and one,
To here oure moone and graunte oure boon,
Pro nobis Christum exora.

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