Of on that is so fair and bright,

Velud maris stella,

Brighter than the dayes light,

Parens et puella:

Ic crye to thee – thou se to me-

Levedy, preye thy sone for me,

Tam pia,

That ic mote come to thee,

Maria

Levedy, flowr of alle thing,

Rosa sine spina,

Thu bere Jesu, Hevene King,

Gratia divina.

Of alle thu berst the pris,

Levedy, Quene of Paradis

Electa;

Maide milde, moder es

Effecta.

All this world was forlore

Eva peccatrice,

Till our Lord was ibore

De te genitrice.

With ‘Ave’ it went away,

Thuster night, and cometh the day

Salutis.

The welle springeth ut of thee

Virtutis.

Of care, conseil though ert best,

Felix fecundata;

Of alle wery thou ert rest.

Mater honorata.

Besek him with milde mod,

That for ous alle sad his blod

In cruce,

That we moten comen till him

In luce.