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                    §1
 
In that time, als was ful wel,
Sende is the aungel Gabriel
Fro God in til a cité,
Hat Nazareth in Galilé,
Unto a maiden wedded riht
Til a man, whos name hight
Josep of the house of Davi;
And name of the maiden Mari.
And when the aungel was in gon,
Unto hire he saide onon:
"Haile, ful of hape, God is with thee;
In wemmen blissed thou be!"
When that sho hade herde thisse,
In his sagh drofede sho isse,
And sho soght for bi anni thing
What that migt be this hailsing.
Then saide the angel witerli
To hir that was so hali:
"Mari, drede thee nothing nou,
For hape at Gode funden has tou.
Loke, in wombe onfong thou mon,
And forthi salt tou bere a son,
And thou salt kalle his name Jesus,
For God wil that it be thus.
Swithe mekel sal he be,
And Son of Heighest be kald sal he,
And Louerd sal give him ther with
The sete of his fadir hous David,
And in Jacob hous rike sal he,
And of his rike no ende sal be."
Unto the aungel saide Mari:
"Hou mai this be? no man knaw I."
And ansuerd the angel bright,
He saide to hire was ful of miht:
"The Hali Gaste sal come in thee al,
And miht and heighest inshadw thee sal,
And forthi that heli born of thee,
Godes Sone be kalde sal he.
And loke, Elizabeth, thi nece unwelde,
Onfonges a son in hir elde,
And this moneth sext til hire is yhit,
Gelde unberand that kald is it.
For unimiht sal noght be
At God, no worde I sai to thee."
Then seide Mari with milde chier:
"Godes handemaiden lo me here!
Als tou has saide, so mot it be
After thi worde unto me!"
 
 
                    §2
 
From heovene into eorthe, God gretynge he sende
Bi on archaungle that to Marye wende.
Milde wes that mayde, swete and swithe hende,
And of fayre ibere. Gabriel hire grette, thus quethinde: 1
"Edy beo thu, mayde, thus wunyinde;
Ther schal a child in thee kenyen and springe,
Ilef me Marie."
Marie him onswerede, myd stephne swithe mylde,
"Hw myhte hit iwurthe that ich were myd childe?
Monnes imone on me ne may nomon fynde."
Ofdred wes that mayde.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"Of thine swete wordes ich am swithe gled.
Ich am Godes wenche; ful wel ich habbe isped.
Al his wille beo ifuld, as thu havest iseyd."
Bidde we thilke Louerd, wende hwer we wende,
That to thee, swete mayde, Gabriel gon sende 2
That for his swete moder luve, that feyr is and hende,
Bringe us to the blisse that lesteth buten ende. Amen.
 
 
                    §3
 
Gabriel, fram evene kingh
Sent to the maide swete,
Broute hire blisful tiding,
And faire he gan hire greten:
"Heil be thu, ful of grace arith,
For Godes Sone, this evene lith,
For mannes loven
Wile man bicomen
And taken
Fles of thee, maiden brith,
Manken fre for to maken
Of senne and devles mith."
 
Mildeliche im gan andsweren
The milde maiden thanne: 3
"Wichewise sold ichs beren
Child withhuten manne?"
Th'angle seide, "Ne dred te nout;
Thurw th'Oligast sal ben iwrout
This ilche thing
Warof tiding
Ichs bringe.
Al manken wrth ibout
Thur thi swete chiltinge,
And hut of pine ibrout."
 
Wan the maiden understud
And th'angles wordes herde,
Mildeliche with milde mud
To thangle hie andswerde:
"Hur Lordes theumaiden iwis
Ics am, that her aboven is.
Anenttis me
Fulfurthed be
Thi sawe,
That ics, sithen his wil is,
Maiden withhuten lawe
Of moder have the blis."
 
Th'angle wente awei mid than
Al hut of hire sithte;
Hire wombe arise gan
Thurw th'Oligastes mithe.
In hire was Crist biloken anon:
Suth God, soth man ine fleas and bon,
And of hir fleas
Iboren was
At time,
Warthurw us kam God won.
He bout us hut of pine
And let im for us slon.
 
Maiden moder makeles,
Of milche ful ibunden,
Bid for hus im that thee ches,
At wam thu grace funde,
That he forgive hus senne and wrake,
And clene of evri gelt us make;
And evne blis
Wan hure time is
To sterven
Hus give for thine sake
Him so her for to serven
That he us to him take.
 
                    §4
 
The angel to the vergyn said,
Entreng into here boure,
Fore drede of quakyng of this mayd
He said, "Haile!" with gret honour;
"Haile be thou, quene of maidyns mo!
Lord of heven and erth also
Consayve thou schalt, and bere withale the Lord of myght,
Hele of al monkyn.
He wil make the thee gate of heven bryght,
Medesyne of al our syn."
 
"How schuld I consayve and get?
No syn never I knew.
How schuld I breke that I have forehete
Of thoght stedfast and trewe?"
"The grace al of the Holé Gost
Schal bryng ale forth, without boost;
Ne dred thou tak, bot joy thou make, serten and sere. 4
This message he send to thee
To dwel withyn thee ful pere
Throgh myght of his Fader fre."
 
The angel went thie lade fro;
This womons wombe with wele,
Hit wax gret as odur do.
This blessid burthe of hele,
He was in here wome, I wene,
The nombur ful of monethis nene;
Hent he out ged, batelis bede to al the flok, 5
Beryng on his chulderis bloo
The holé cros that kene a knok
Unto oure dedly foo.
 
Thys may bare chyelde with mylde chere;
This childe bede kepe hyer chaast.
Goddus Sone heo broght us forthe and bere,
Geffyng hym wombe and waast.
Then he blessud here sydus sere,
And so he did here pappus dere.
For thay ther that thay nyst nott hwat, in law as we fyende
How these werkus wright arne
Hit was agaynes al monkynde,
A maydon to ber a barne.
 
Make joy, modir of oure Lorde,
That Cryst concevedust cleene;
Angelus, men, and al this worlde,
God pes and rest us leane.
Mary, thy son thou for us pray,
As ye beth ful of mercy ay,
And sen us to, and soo to do away oure syn,
And gef us helpe of thee,
Heven blys we may dwel in
Afftur thys owtlary.
             Explicitur.
 
 
                    §5
 
       Nowel el el el el el el el el el el el:
       Mary was gret with Gabriel.
 
Mary moder, meke and mylde,
Fro schame and synne that ye us schyllde,
For gret on grownd ye gon with childe,
Gabriele nuncio.
 
Mary moder, be not adred;
Jhesu is in your body bred,
And of your bryst he wil be fed,
Cum pudoris lilio.
 
Mary moder, the frewt of thee
For us was naylid on a tre;
In hevene is now his magesté,
Fulget resurrecio.
 
Mary moder, the thredde day
Up he ros, as I yow say;
To helle he tok the ryghte way,
Motu fertur proprio.
 
Mary moder, after thin sone
Up thou steyist with hym to wone;
The aungele wern glad quan thou were come
In celi palacio.
 
 
                    §6
 
       Unto Marie he that love hath,
       To here synge he Magnificat.
 
Thus seide Mary of grete honoure:
"My soule my Lord dothe magnifie,
And in my God and savyoure
My spirite rejoyseth verily.
 
"For he the mekenes hath beholde
Of his handemayde, that Lorde so good;
That I am blessed manyfolde
Alle kynredes shall say, of myelde moode.
"For he that is so full of myght
So grete thinges to me hath done;
Holy his name is ay of right,
By whome our goostly helth is won.
 
"And in alle tho that hym doth drede
(Truly thus seithe holy scripture)
His mercy dothe bothe spring and sprede,
And of heven they be fulle sure.
"Thys myghty Lorde of grete renowne
By his swete Sonne the helthe hath wrought
Of meke people, and hath put downe
Prowde people onely with a thought.
 
"Tho that desireth that Lorde, oure helth,
That king of grace soo goode and swete,
Fro whome cometh alle goodenes and welth,
With alle vertue they be replete.
 
"Of his grete mercy havyng myende,
He toke nature in Ysraell
And became man to save mankynde,
To oure faders as he did telle."
 
Joy be to God in Trinitie,
Fader and Sonne and Holi Goost,
That was and is and ay shall be
Both three and one, of myghtes most.
 
 
                    §7
 
       Nowel, nowel, nowel,
       Syng we with myrth:
       Cryst is come wel
       With us to dewell
       By hys most noble byrth
 
Under a tre
In sportyng me
Alone by a wod syd
I hard a mayd
That swetly sayd,
"I am with chyld this tyd.
 
"Gracyusly
Conceyvyd have I
The Son of God so swete;
Hys gracyous wyll
I put me tyll
As moder hym to kepe.
 
"Both nyght and day
I wyl hym pray
And her hys lawes taught,
And every dell
Hys trewe gospell
In hys apostles fraught.
"Thys goostly case
Dooth me embrace
Withowt dyspyte or moke:
With my derlyng
'Lullay' to syng
And lovely hym to roke.
 
"Withowt dystresse
In grete lyghtnesse
I am both nyght and day;
This hevenly fod
In hys chyldhod
Schal dayly with me play.
 
"Soone must I syng
With rejoycyng
For the tym is all ronne
That I schal chyld
All undefyld
The kyng of hevens sonne."
 
 
                    §8
 
Edi beo thu, hevene quene,
Folkes froure and engles blis,
Moder unwemmed and maiden clene,
Swich in world non other nis.
On thee hit is wel eth sene,
Of all wimmen thu havest thet pris;
Mi swete levedi, her mi bene
And reu of me yif thi wille is.
 
Thu asteghe so the daiy rewe
The deleth from the deorke nicht;
Of thee sprong a leome newe
That al this world haveth ilight.
Nis non maide of thine heowe
Swo fair, so schene, so rudi, swo bricht;
Swete levedi, of me thu reowe
And have merci of thin knicht.
 
Spronge blostme of one rote,
The Holi Gost thee reste upon;
Thet wes for monkunnes bote
And heore soule to alesen for on.
Levedi milde, softe and swote,
Ic crie thee merci, ic am thi mon,
Bothe to honde and to fote,
On alle wise that ic kon.
 
Thu ert eorthe to gode sede;
On thee lighte the heovene deugh,
Of thee sprong theo edi blede
The Holi Gost hire on thee seugh.
Thu bring us ut of kare of drede
That Eve bitterliche us breugh.
Thu sschalt us into heovene lede;
Welle swete is the ilke deugh.
 
Moder, ful of thewes hende,
Maide dreigh and wel itaucht,
Ic em in thine love bende,
And to thee is al mi draucht.
Thu me sschildghe from the feonde,
Ase thu ert freo, and wilt and maucht;
Help me to mi lives ende,
And make me with thin sone isaught.
Thu ert icumen of heghe kunne,
Of David the riche king;
Nis non maiden under sunne
The mei beo thin evening,
Ne that swo derne lovighe kunne
Ne non swo swete of alle thing;
Thi love us brouchte eche wunne:
Ihered ibeo thu, swete thing.
 
Seolcudliche ure Louerd hit dighte
That thu, maide withute were,
That al this world bicluppe ne mighte,
Thu sscholdest of thin boseme bere.
Thee ne stighte ne thee ne prighte
In side, in lende, ne elles where:
That wes with ful muchel righte,
For thu bere thine helere.
 
Tho Godes Sune alighte wolde
On eorthe al for ure sake,
Herre teghen he him nolde
Thene that maide to beon his make;
Betere ne mighte he thaigh he wolde,
Ne swetture thing on eorthe take.
Levedi, bring us to thine bolde
And sschild us from helle wrake.
                                  Amen.
 
 
                    §9
 
Heyl, levedy, se-stoerre bryht,
Godes moder, edy wyht,
Mayden ever vurst and late,
Of heveneriche sely gate.
 
Thylk Ave that thou vonge in spel
Of the aungeles mouhth kald Gabriel,
In gryht ous sette and shyld vrom shome,
That turnst abakward Eve's nome.
 
Gulty monnes bond unbynd,
Bryng lyht tyl hoem that boeth blynd,
Put vrom ous oure sunne
And ern ous alle wynne.
 
Shou that thou art moder one,
And he vor thee take oure bone
That vor ous thy chyld bycom
And of the oure kunde nom.
 
Mayde one thou were myd chylde
Among alle so mylde:
Of sinne ous quite on haste
And make ous meoke and chaste.
 
Lyf thou gyf ous clene,
Wey syker ous yarke and lene
That we Jesus ysoe
And ever blythe boe.
 
To Vader, Cryst, and Holy Gost beo thonk and heryinge,
To threo persones and o God, o menske and worshypinge.
 
 
                    §10
 
Blessed Mary, moder virginall,
Integrate mayden, sterre of the see,
Have remembraunce at the day fynall
On thy poore servaunt now prayng to thee.
 
Myrroure without spot, rede rose of Jerico,
Close gardyn of grace, hope in disparage,
Whan my soule the body parte fro
Socoure it frome myn enmyes rage.
 
                    §11
 
Ave
   Hayle mayden of maydyns, thorgth worde consaywyng, 6
   Hayle mayden and moder, with thi mylke Cryst Jesu norescheng,
   Hayle heven joye, thy blessednes that feddest heven kyng:
   For hys love helpe thou me in peryle here leveyng.
 
Maria
   Mary, Cristes moder, thy body was hys boure,
   Mary, for that brythe offe wommen thou are floure,
   Mary, haven offe seker rest in stormys and eke in stowere:
   Have mynde of me in worldys wawys, that hope to thy sokour. 7
 
Gratia
   Grace that was hyest was holy lyghth in thee,
   Grace that kyndest was made thee Jesus moder to be,
   Grace that was saddest in thee setteld, thou myghth noghth fle: 8
   Now gracyus lady, of that grace sum qwhat graunte thou me.
 
Plena
   Fulle of grace, madyn withouten pere,
   Fulle offe alle worschepe, for heven kyng thou bere,
   Fulle that art offe alle peté, thou see sterre so clere; 9
   When in synne I begynne to synken, here, lady, my prayere.
 
Dominus
   Lorde that in thee conseywyd was for savyng offe lesse and more,
   Lorde that wolde offe thee, mayden, so wonderly be bore,
   Lorde that in thee wroghth that profycy seyde before: 10
   For thi sake have mercy onne me, that I be noughth forlore.
 
Tecum
   With thee the Trinité pyghth hys owen place,
   With thee, when Christ wolde manne become to doe us alle grace,
   With thee he ys and thou with hym, atwyn ye maye noughth pase:
   With hym to be, helpe thou me, ladye, that I maye see hys face. 11
 
Benedicta
   Blyssyd madyn, pereles amonge wommen alle,
   Blessyd moder that was worthy oure Lorde to ley in stalle,
   Blessyd be thou in every tyme, ever blyssyd I wylle thee calle;
   Nowe blisful lady, blesse thou me, to dethe qwhen I schal falle.
 
Tu
   Thou syttes, qwene icrownyd, an heye in heven blysse,
   Thou reygnyst ever with thy sone, qhwere noe joye may mysse,
   Thou hast powere in heven and erthe and in helle peyn to lysse:
   That I come noughth to that place, good lady, thou me wysse. 12
 
In
   In heven thee worschepyn angels nyghth and daye,
   In erthe thee honowereth alle cristenmens laye,
   In helle thee dredeth fendes alle that bethe offe fowle araye: 13
   Soe myghthtyfulle lady helpe, qhwere that I ne maye.
 
Mulieribus
   Wommen alle comforteth Mary, that bethe bothe good and wyse,
   Wommen alle in synne broghth helpe Mary that they may ryse,
   Wommen alle with woe begoe helpe Mary on thy gyse,
   And me that daye, qwhen I schalle see thy sone, my justyse. 14
 
Et
   And sethen, lady, howe grete thou art, yt mowe noughth be tolde, 15
   And also howe mercyable bothe to yonge and olde,
   And howe thou savyst men with myghth oute offe the fendes holde —
   Thy sokoure, lady, I prey also, that helpyth soe manyfolde.
 
Benedictus
   Blessyd be that hey Fader that schope thee sweche a wyghth,
   Blessyd be hys owen Sone, in thee that wold alyghth, 16
   Blessyd be that Holygost that made thee so bryghth.
   That blessyd Trinyté, thee to serve, sende me grace and myghth.
 
Fructus
   Fruyt that offe thy wombe sprange that ys soe fayre and swote,
   Fruyt yt was that was byhote to come oute offe Jesses rote,
   Fruyt Jesus that blossimmyd offe thee for alle mannys kyndys bote,
   My sowle foode and lyf als soe ay thoughth thee be yt mote. 17
 
Uteri
   Wombe, to thee was Cristus bowere, harbar offe alle clennes,
   Wombe, to thee als paradyse fulle offe alle swetnesse,
   Wombe, offe thee was prinsys palyce that most ys offe prowes, 18
   For the byrghth of that wombe helpe, Mary, in dysstres.
 
Tui
   Thyn ys alle heven court, redy at thyn heste,
   Thyn ys here alle holycherche, bothe by west and este,
   Thyn ys every crysten man in erthe, bothe mest and leste,
   For thyn I am, thou schylde me frome Satan, that fowle beste. 19
 
Jesus
   Jesus ys oure blyssed Lorde that made alle thynge offe noughth,
   Jesus ys oure sawyour that with hys blode ous boughth,
   Jesus ys kyng offe all peté that soe with man hathe wrowghth —
   Nowe Jesus, Mary moder sone, ay be ye in my thowghth. 20
 
Amen
   Amen nowe seythe alle lerned men with here letturure,
   Amen seythe nowe lewede men dewotely thee to honoure,
   Amen to thee with alle here myghth say every creature,
   Amen, worchep ever be to thee, qwyle any thynge schalle dure.
           Amen.
 
 
                    §12
 
Hayle, glorious lady and hevenly quene,
Crownyd and regnyng in thy blysfull cage,
Helpe us pylgryms in erthely tene,
In worshyp of all thy pylgremage.
Thy holy concepcion was thy furst pylgremage,
 
Cuius honore tu nobis fave;
And here we knelyng before thyne image
Tibi concepte dicimus "Ave."
Hayle, glemeryng sterre now in thy byrthe,
To all this world thow spredyst thy lyght;
Thy joyfull name yeveth us myrthe.
Now blessyd be he that Mary thee hyght,
For thorow all the worlde thow yevest thy lyght,
O maris stella, domina pia.
With all oure hert and all oure might
Tibi clamamus "Ave Maria."
 
Hayle, gloryous lady, as Gabriell seyde
When he came doune on hys message;
God was made man, hys modyr a mayde:
Lo, lady, thys was thy swete mariage.
So full of grace, unbynde oure bondage,
Mater divina, virgo serena,
And thus shall we sey for oure homage,
Ave Maria, gracia plena.
 
Hayle, joyfull lady in the byrthe of Cryste,
God is with thee, kyng in thy lappe;
With ox and asse in a crybbe thou lyest,
With Joseph, and Jesu sokyng thy pappe.
Well ys thee, lady, that dydyst hym wrappe,
Ipsum exora que manes secum
That he wold yeve oure enemy a knappe:
Gracia plena, dominus tecum.
 
Hayle, floure of clennes without corrupcion,
Thow beryst the frute of all chastité,
And yet thow madyst thy purificacion,
To puryfy oure sowles for thy charyté.
Have mynde, good lady, of oure freelté,
Et vita nostra plena reatu;
Now pray thy son of hys benignité,
Dominus tecum, benedicta tu.
 
Hayle, wofull lady in hys swete passion,
Scorgyd and naylyd, dying on the roode;
Sende us thy comfort in oure tribulacion,
For thy sonnys love that shed hys bloode.
But joyfull gladnes dyd change thy moode,
Cum surrexit sanis vulneribus,
And ever in the feth, full trew thou stoode,
Benedicta tu in mulieribus.
 
Hayle, blessyd lady in Crystes assension,
Bothe glad and hevy when he dyd sty;
Make in thy prayers for us som mencion,
That we may folow when we shall dy.
Aftyr thy socoure we call and cry
Ut mereamur luce frui,
That we may deserve the blessyd lyght to sty,
Et benedictus fructus ventris tui.
 
Hayle, blessyd lady in thyn assumpcion,
Next to the Trinitie syttyng in trone,
And holde excusyd our gret presumpcion
To whom we make oure carefull mone.
Oure hertys ar dry and hard as a stone:
Funde lacrimarum nobis consolamen,
And he be oure comfort hens when we gone,
Fructus ventris tui Jesus Christus. Amen.
 
Now farewell, lady, and pray for us,
For thy fyve festes and thy joyes fyve,
That thy son swete, oure Lord Jesus,
Wyll save us all, bothe dede and alyve.
For thyse fyve joyes on thee woll we clyve,
And above all angeles now joyes has thou sevyn;
Helpe us, fayre lady, thys lyfe whyle we dryve,
And after our endyng God send us hevyn.
 
 
 
                    §13
 
I syng of a myden
   That is makeles:
Kyng of alle kynges
   To here sone che ches.
 
He cam also stylle
   Ther his moder was
As dew in Aprylle
   That fallyt on the gras.
 
He cam also stylle
   To his moderes bowr
As dew in Aprille
   That fallyt on the flour.
 
He cam also stylle
   Ther his moder lay
As dew in Aprille
   That fallyt on the spray.
 
Moder and mayden
   Was never non but che;
Wel may swych a lady
   Godes moder be.
 
 
                    §14
 
At a spryng wel under a thorn
Ther was bote of bale a lytel here aforn;
Ther bysyde stant a mayde
Fulle of love ybounde.
Ho so wol seche trwe love
Yn hyr hyt schal be founde.
(see note)
 
as
Sent; (see note)
From; into a city
Called; Galilee
properly; (see note)
To; was called
Joseph; David; (see note)
[was] Mary
gone
her; at once
full; grace; (see note)
Among women
she had heard this
By his saying disturbed she is
sought for any reason
greeting
clearly
holy
fear you; now
grace from; found have you
Look; conceive you shall
consequently shall you
shall call
wills
Very great shall
Highest (God) be called
Lord
throne; father's
rule shall; (see note)
reign
 
may; knew; (see note)
 
He who was full of might said to her; (see note)
Holy Ghost; upon you
power of the highest overshadow you shall; (see note)
consequently; holy [one]; (see note)
 
kinswoman barren
Conceives; old age
this is the sixth month [of her pregnancy]
She who is called barren
impossible shall nothing
With; no word I say
mild countenance
behold
As you have said, so let it be
According to
 
 
(see note)
 
God sent greeting
By an; went; (see note)
very courteous
 
Blessed be you; dwelling; (see note)
you quicken and spring forth
Believe
with voice very
How; happen; I; with
Male company/intercourse; no one
Afraid
 
(see note)
servant; fared; (see note)
be fulfilled; said
(see note)
 
mother's love; gentle
lasts without
 
 
(see note)
 
heaven's king
 
her; (see note)
did he greet her
Hail; truly
heavenly light
 
Will (desires to) become man
[desires to] take
Flesh; bright
Mankind free to make
From sin; devil's might
 
 
 
How should I bear
without
The angel said, "Dread thee not
Through the Holy Ghost shall be accomplished
same
Whereof news
I
mankind will be redeemed
Through; child-bearing
out of suffering [be] brought
 
When
the angel's; (see note)
heart
the angel she
Our Lord's handmaiden truly; (see note)
I; who is here above
Concerning me
Carried out be
Your saying
So that I, since it is his will
A maiden outside the law [of nature]; (see note)
Enjoy the bliss of motherhood
 
The angel; with that
out; her sight; (see note)
womb grew; (see note)
Through the Holy Ghost's power
enclosed
True; true; flesh; bone
her flesh
Born
At term
Whereby God came to dwell with us
bought (redeemed) us out of torment
himself for us be slain
 
mateless/matchless/immaculate; (see note)
mercy; abounding
Pray for us to him who chose you; (see note)
With whom you found grace
our sin and injury
clean of every sin
heaven's bliss
our
die
Allow us
[Let us] serve him so here
 
 
(see note)
 
 
Entering; her room; (see note)
For fear of frightening; (see note)
 
numerous
(see note)
Conceive; thereby
Salvation; mankind
(see note)
Medicine for
 
conceive and get with child
sin (i.e., sexual intercourse); (see note)
break what I have promised
With; (see note)
Holy
boast; (see note)
(see note)
 
full purely; (see note)
Father free
 
departed from the lady
woman's; weal
grew; others; (see note)
birth; salvation; (see note)
her womb; know
nine months
(see note)
shoulders bruised
holy cross; dealt a blow; (see note)
foe; (see note)
 
maiden bore [the] child
bid; herself chaste
God's Son she; bore
Giving; belly and waist; (see note)
sides both
breasts dear
knew not what; find; (see note)
works be wrought
against all [laws of] nature; (see note)
virgin; bear; child
 
mother
Who; conceived purely
Angels
Good peace; lend
(see note)
you are; ever
see to us; sue
give us help from you
Heaven's bliss
After this outlawry
The end
 
 
(see note)
 
(see note)
greeted by; (see note)
 
meek
Shield us from shame and sin
great with child you walk on earth
With Gabriel as messenger
 
afraid
quickened
breast
With the lily of modesty
 
fruit (Jesus)
tree (cross)
 
The resurrection shines forth
 
third
tell you
straight path; (see note)
Of his own volition
 
 
ascend; dwell
angels were; when
Into the palace of heaven
 
 
(see note)
 
(see note)
her
 
said
 
 
(see note)
 
meekness; (see note)
 
 
generations; reverently
 
 
ever justly
spiritual salvation
 
those; fear
says
grow
 
 
salvation; (see note)
 
Proud; only
 
Those who
 
From
will be filled
 
Remembering his great mercy
He became incarnate; Israel; (see note)
 
prophesy
 
(see note)
 
 
 
 
 
(see note)
 
 
Sing; mirth
 
dwell
By hys most noble byrth.
 
 
While entertaining myself
wood side
heard; maiden
sweetly
season
 
By God's grace
 
 
 
submit to
keep
 
 
 
hear his
every bit
true
entrusted
spiritual condition
Does embrace me
despite; mockery
darling
'Lullaby'
lovingly; rock
 
 
lightheartedness; (see note)
 
food/child; (see note)
childhood
daily
 
 
 
time; arrived
give birth [to]
undefiled
heaven's
 
 
(see note)
 
Blessed be you, heaven's queen; (see note)
comfort; angels'
immaculate (unblemished); pure
Such; no other is
In you it is easily seen
you; prize
lady, hear my prayer
have pity on me if
 
You ascend like the ray of dawn; (see note)
Which separates; (see note)
From you sprang a new light
That has lit all this world
There is no; complexion (demeanor)
So; beautiful; fresh
have compassion
have pity on your knight
 
Blossom sprung from a single root [of Jesse]; (see note)
rested upon you
mankind's benefit
their; redeem; (see note)
sweet
I; servant
Both hand and foot (i.e., completely)
In all ways that I know
 
You are earth; good seed; (see note)
On you alighted heavenly dew; (see note)
From you; the blessed fruit
here; sowed
out; care; fear
bitterly [for] us brewed
lead
this same dew
 
noble virtues (ways)
patient; instructed
I am; love bond
desire; (see note)
shield; fiend (devil); (see note)
As you are noble, and will and may
my life's end
reconcile me with your son
high (great) lineage; (see note)
powerful
There is no
Who may be your equal; (see note)
Nor who so intimately can love; (see note)
so sweet in all things; (see note)
brought joy to each of us; (see note)
Praised be you
 
Marvelously; Lord arranged it; (see note)
husband
[He] whom; confine; (see note)
from your womb bear
You neither flinched nor felt pain
loin
completely right (appropriate)
you bore your healer (savior)
 
When God's Son
earth; our
Higher he would not tie himself
Than to; be his mother/mate
He might not have done better
 
dwelling place (abode)
shield; hell's vengeance
 
 
 
(see note)
 
Lady, sea-star bright; (see note)
God's; blessed one
first and last (i.e., always); (see note)
kingdom of heaven [the] blessed gate; (see note)
That same; received; speech; (see note)
From; mouth called
 
security set us; shield from shame; (see note)
name; (see note)
 
mankind's bondage; (see note)
light to them who are
sin
procure for us; joy
 
Show; alone; (see note)
So that he for your sake receive our prayer
[He] who for; became
from you our [human] nature took
 
alone; with child
gentle; (see note)
deliver us quickly
meek
 
give us fully; (see note)
Prepare and grant us a secure passage
So that; may see
happy be; (see note)
 
Father; be thanks; praise; (see note)
one; with honor
 
 
(see note)
 
 
Perfect; star; sea; (see note)
final (Judgment Day)
praying
 
(see note)
Enclosed garden; disgrace; (see note)
When my soul parts from the body
Shelter; enemy's
 
(see note)
 
 
(see note)
nourishing
feeds heaven's
peril; living
 
 
bower (chamber)
 
 
(see note)
 
 
wholly settled/shining/alighted
most generous
 
something
 
 
of; maiden; equal
worship; heaven's; bore
(see note)
sink, hear
 
 
(see note)
 
(see note)
on; not lost
 
 
With you; chose; own; (see note)
do; (see note)
 
(see note)
 
 
peerless
lay; stall; (see note)
will you call
death when
 
 
sit; crowned; on high
 
 
 
 
 
(see note)
(see note)
 
where I may not; (see note)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
fiend's
succor; helps so many; (see note)
 
 
 
 
bright
 
 
 
of; is so fair; sweet; (see note)
(see note)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
birth; distress
 
 
Thine; heaven's; command
in west
 
 
 
 
things from nothing
savior; blood; us bought
(see note)
 
 
 
say; their letters
now ignorant; devoutly
with all their might
while; last
 
 
 
(see note)
 
 
Crowned; cloister; (see note)
misery
pilgrimages
 
 
By which honor, protect us; (see note)
kneeling
To you, who has conceived, we cry "Hail"
glimmering; birth
 
gives; joy
who called you Mary
throughout; give
O pious lady, star of sea
hearts; might
To you we cry "Hail Mary"
 
 
down with his message
his mother a virgin
marriage
unbind our bonds
Mother of God, serene virgin
our
Hail Mary, full of grace; (see note)
 
 
lap (womb)
manger
sucking at your breast
who did clothe him
Beseech him, you who remain with him
blow
Full of grace, the Lord is with you; (see note)
 
flower of cleanness
bear; fruit; chastity
(see note)
 
Remember; frailty
And our life full of guilt
mercy
The Lord is with you, blessed are you; (see note)
 
woeful
Scourged and nailed; cross
 
son's; who; his
did
When he arose with wounds healed
faith; true
Blessed are you among women; (see note)
 
Christ's ascension
heavy; did rise
some mention
die
For your protection
That we may deserve to enjoy the light
to the blessed light to rise
And blessed is the fruit of your womb; (see note)
 
assumption
on throne
excuse our great presumption
[You] to whom; plea
hearts
Pour out for us the consolation of tears
when we go hence
The fruit of your womb, Jesus Christ
 
 
feasts
 
 
to you will we cleave
now you have seven joys
while we endure this life
 
Amen.
 
 
(see note)
 
maiden; (see note)
matchless/mateless/immaculate;(see note)
 
For her son she chose; (see note)
 
as peacefully; (see note)
Where
(see note)
falls; (see note)
 
 
bower (chamber)
 
flower; (see note)
 
 
 
 
foliage (branch); (see note)
 
(see note)
she
such
 
 
 
(see note)
 
well spring; thorn bush; (see note)
help for suffering; before; (see note)
stands
bound
Whoever would
her it