Hail, Queen of Heaven
Hail, Queen of Heaven and star of bliss!
Since that thy son thy father is,
How should He any thing thee warn,
And thou His mother and He thy bairn?
Hail, fresh fountain that springes new,
The root and crop of all virtue,
Thou polished gem without offence—
Thou bare the Lamb of Innocence.
Since that thy son thy father is,
How should He any thing thee warn,
And thou His mother and He thy bairn?
Hail, fresh fountain that springes new,
The root and crop of all virtue,
Thou polished gem without offence—
Thou bare the Lamb of Innocence.
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