For on þhat is so feir ant brist
Velud maris stella,
Bristore þen þe daiis list,
Parens et puella,
I crie þe grace of þe,
Levedi, priie þi sone for me,
Tam pia,
Þat I mote come to þe,
Maria.
Levedi, best of alle þing,
Rosa sine spina,
Þou bere Jhesu, hevene King,
Gratia divina.
Of alle þou berest þat pris,
Heie quen in Parais
Electa,
Moder milde ant maidan ec
Effecta.
In car ant consail þou art best
Felix fecundata,
To alle weri þou art rest,
Mater honorata.
Bihold tou him wid milde mod
Þat for us alle scedde is blod
In cruce,
Bidde we moten come to him
In luce.
Al þe world it wes furlorn
Þoru Eva peccatrice
Toforn þat Jhesu was iborn
Ex te genitrice;
Þorou Ave e wende awei
Þe þestri nist ant come þe dai
Salutis.
Þe welle springet out of þe
Virtutis.
Wel þou wost he is þi sone
Ventre quem portasti;
He nul nout werne þe þi bone
Parvum quem lactasti.
So god ant so mild e is,
He bringet us alle into is blis
Superni;
He havet idut þe foule put
Inferni.
