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CXXIII. Salue, regina glorie,
Mater misericordie.
1
Adam and Eve, thatte were vnwyse,Were putte with there posterite
Fro the swete blysse of paradyse,
Mater misericordie.
2
Butte thy swete sone Ihesus so goodTo bryng us fro captiuite
Hath sufferd deth and shed his blood,
Mater misericordie.
3
Ihesus, thy swete sone (and no moo),Thatte kyng of alle felicite,
Hath take us fro derknes and woo,
Mater misericordie.
4
By vertu of his woundys wydeThatt lorde of alle humylyte
Hath ouercome the prynce of pryde,
Mater misericordie.
5
Pray Crist, thatte he us not forsakeFor oure syn and iniquite,
Butte into blysse thatt he us take,
Mater misericordie.
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