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All hail, O Virgin crowned with stars, And moon under thy feet; Obtain us pardon of our sins Of Christ, our Savior sweet; For though th’art Mother of my God Yet thy humility Disdaineth not this simple wretch, That flies for help to thee. Thou knowest thou art more dear to me Than any can express, And that I do congratulate With joy thy happiness; Thou who art Queen of heaven & earth, Thy helping hand me lend That I may love & praise my God, And have a happy end. And though my sins me terrify, Yet, hoping still in thee, I find my soul refreshed much When to thee I do fly; For thou most willingly to God Petitions dost present, And dost obtain much grace for us In this our banishment. The honor and the glorious praise By all be given thee, Which Jesus, thy beloved son, Ordain’d eternally For thee, whom he exalts in heaven Above the angels all, And whom we sinners find a Mother When unto thee we call. O Mater Dei, memento Mei. Amen.
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