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25. Salve Regina
Salue regina
Heyl! comely creature curteys of kynde,
Chaast quene of konnyng, of comfort & counsail,
The moderhed of thy mercy to oure soules sende,
Worthily to thy worship that we may say ‘al heyl’.
Chaast quene of konnyng, of comfort & counsail,
The moderhed of thy mercy to oure soules sende,
Worthily to thy worship that we may say ‘al heyl’.
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Lijf & likyng in the lay allone
Whan þe swetnesse of our saueour þe dide assaile,
Now helpe vs, our hope in oure mykel mone,
Meue up our myndes to the, & merciful moder, al hayle!
Whan þe swetnesse of our saueour þe dide assaile,
Now helpe vs, our hope in oure mykel mone,
Meue up our myndes to the, & merciful moder, al hayle!
As careful caitifs & combred we crye,
Outlawes & outcastes, the sones of synne,
As the heires of eue to thy pyte we preie,
Weilyng & wepyng, thy welthes to wynne.
Outlawes & outcastes, the sones of synne,
As the heires of eue to thy pyte we preie,
Weilyng & wepyng, thy welthes to wynne.
In this dale of dolour dresse vp our dedes,
Holyest of halowes hyghe, the we preye,
Our speker & our spye, specialy now spede vs,
Turne towarde trespassours thin almesful eye.
Holyest of halowes hyghe, the we preye,
Our speker & our spye, specialy now spede vs,
Turne towarde trespassours thin almesful eye.
And ihū that is gentel, bountiful & blessed,
the fruyt of oure feith & fode of þy wombe,
shewe vs his shinyng after þis exile wrecched,
Merciful maide, helpe vs wiþ thyn honde.
the fruyt of oure feith & fode of þy wombe,
shewe vs his shinyng after þis exile wrecched,
Merciful maide, helpe vs wiþ thyn honde.
Mary, moder & mayden, cherissher of þi chirche,
euerlastyng gate of ioye and of eese,
refresshe vs wiþ þy refute, wel þat we may wirche,
the fader & thy fode graunte vs to plese.
euerlastyng gate of ioye and of eese,
refresshe vs wiþ þy refute, wel þat we may wirche,
the fader & thy fode graunte vs to plese.
Meke mayde & mylde, softe & right swete,
the praiers of thy peple gadere with thy grace,
the lust of oure leudenes lere vs to lete,
teche vs þe trewe way to take & to trace.
the praiers of thy peple gadere with thy grace,
the lust of oure leudenes lere vs to lete,
teche vs þe trewe way to take & to trace.
Oure sorwe & our siknes shewe to thy sone,
that pricked was & peyned & clenched on þe cros:
to dryue downe our deth his manhod he nome
that doolfully dyed and richely aroos.
that pricked was & peyned & clenched on þe cros:
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that doolfully dyed and richely aroos.
After þe birthe verrely clene maiden þu were;
goddys moder, mary, haue mynde on our preiere.
goddys moder, mary, haue mynde on our preiere.
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