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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 God's bedewing grace.
Woe full sore in Eva caught us,
This of Eva Ave wrought us,
With a change all blameless sought us,
And to dwell amongst us brought us,
That sweet Word and good, that bought us,
Virgin Mother shed athwart us
Thy sweet grace's cheering rays.
Let each man, supineness chacing,
