Holy moder, that bere Crist,
Buyere of monkunde,
Thou art gat of hevene blisse
That prest wey givst and bunde.
Thou sterre of see, rer op the folk
That rising haveth in munde.
In thee thou bere thin holy fader,
That maiden were, after and rather,
Wharof so wondreth kunde.
Of Gabrieles mouthe
Thou fonge thilke Ave ;
Lesne us of sunne nouthe,
So we bisecheth thee.