Heavenly queen, happy was your birth,
for door and window of heaven were you named.
You are most noble, holy virgin,
who in heaven at his right God has crowned:
from your breast which tastes of honey
was his sweet mouth given food and drink.
Noble maid, most happy virgin,
all do call on you, everywhere you are sought.
Noble maid, pure and stainless from you the dew
that all the world’s creatures doth feed and bedew.
Honoured queen, you were truly well created,
for you are sweeter by a hundred thousand times
than a fresh honey-cake.
He abandons mere show and behaves well,
he that has tasted of you.
He that desires not with all his strength
to serve you truly I say that he has lost his soul
and will be condemned.
But he that serves you God rewards him,
for happy was your birth.

Fountain of grace, Mary, mother of God.
whatever one does, foolish is he that forgets you.
Turn towards us your face that is so graceful,
from us all wipe our all vileness.
Perfumed rose newly sprung,
everybody praises you and humbly bends to you,
for in you we find rest and take comfort in you,
he that all things from nothing did shape and create.
He that wholeheartedly gives himself to you, that
loves and serves you and prays to you,
soon you set on the right path and remove his folly.
In you no deceit, no cunning, no duplicity,
trickery or falsehood; he rules his fate well,
he that makes marriage with you.
You possess beauty and loyalty
valour artd courtesy. my friend,
Do nor charge me with madness, 1 that have made you my love
for he that loves you in pure heart cannot but end well
and reach eternal life.
For that I hail you, for that I subnsit myself
to you. Virgin Mary.

Fresh and pure rose, full of the Holy Spirit,
you are daughter and mother, domain of the Son of God.
So full was your being of purity and wholesomeness,
that in you your father did take on human form.
lady, who was so holy and so perfect
that with child you were of the Holy Spirit,
hear my complaint and have mercy upon me,
My lamp has gone out my soul is counted in Hell!
Lady have mercy on me and undo the rope
so that the devil holds me no more, he that ties and binds me
Before death do take me, help me to free myself
from filth and sin. Alas, woe is me, I have so sinned
that my life is quite unworthy.
I have a soul of iron; from the fire of hell
I think that I shall never escape.
Mother of mercy, grant me peace.
Sin has blackened me. Fountain of sweetness, mercy, mercy!
Reconcile me with your dear Son.
You have reconciled many a lost soul,
fountain of mercy.
 

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