IV. Stella maris, micaris clare:
Regina celi, letare.
1
Beholde and see, o lady free:
Quem meruisti portare,
God and man is he; thus bileve we.
Regina celi, letare.
2
King Assuere, thy sonne so dere,
Quem meruisti portare,
In blis so clere he hath no pere.
Regina celi, letare.
3
Sith thy sonne is the king of blis,
Quem meruisti portare,
With hym and his thou shalt not mys.
Regina celi, letare.
4
That lorde so good with soo myelde moode,
Quem meruisti portare,
Vpon the roode shedde his hert bloode.
Regina celi, letare.
5
O lady free, glad mayst thou be:
Quem meruisti portare,
As he tolde the, aryse did he.
Regina celi, letare.
6
By thy swete childe so meke and myelde,
Quem meruisti portare,
Man, that was wilde, is reconsiled.
Regina celi, letare.
7
That lorde, that wrought althing of nought,
Quem meruisti portare,
Mankynde hath bought and to blis brought.
Regina celi, letare.
8
The heuenly quere that lorde so dere,
Quem meruisti portare,
With voices clere lawdith in fere.
Regina celi, letare.
9
That lorde and king to blis vs bringe,
Quem meruisti portare,
That we may synge without ending:
‘Regina celi, letare.’
