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CXX. Salue, regina glorie,
Mater misericordie.
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O Iesse yerde florigerat,The fruyte of lyff is sprunge of the,
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Mater misericordie.
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O quene of blisse celestiall,Childryn of Eve, we call to the
Here in this vale terrestriall,
Mater misericordie.
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When all mankynde for syn was lost,The kyng of grace was born of the
By vertu of the holygost,
Mater misericordie.
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As the sonne beame goith through the glasse,The sonne of god passid throughe the,
And so bothe god and man he wasse,
Mater misericordie.
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Thatte lord, thatte in thy wombe did rest,The whiche hath made and create the,
Thou hast fedde with thy holy brest,
Mater misericordie.
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Thatte Eve hath take a wey fro us,Thou yeldist with thi fruyte Ihesus;
Therfore thy name is callyd thus:
‘Mater misericordie.’
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The ierarchies with ordres nyne,For cause that Crist is born of the,
They honowre the with laude dyuyne,
Mater misericordie.
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Besiche thatt kyng of myghtis most,The whiche hath take mankynd of the,
For oure syn thatte we be not lost,
Mater misericordie.
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