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 Wonder new that thought confoundeth, Honour new that all astoundeth That her offspring's birth redoundeth To the Mother's purity. Virgin, be thy joys assuméd Rod with holy buds that blooméd, Mother by thy son illuméd, Full of joy and verity.

That in antient types digested, Which in cloudy darkness rested, Marye's birth hath manifested Who, all nature's laws arrested Bare in pureness uncontested (Act in awful wonder vested) Through her bedewing grace.

Woe full sore in caught us, This of wrought us, With a change all blameless sought us, And to dwell amongst us brought us, That sweet and good, that bought us, Virgin Mother shed athwart us Thy sweet grace's cheering rays.

Let each man, supineness chacing, Lips and tongue with praises gracing,