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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 |