_Mater, ora filium_
_ut post hoc exilium_
_nobis donet gaudium_
_beatorum omnium!_
Fair maiden, who is this bairn
That thou bearest in thine arm?
Sir, it is a Kingës Son,
That in heaven above doth wone.[28]
_Mater, ora, &c._
Man to father he hath none,
But Himself God alone!
Of a maiden He would be born,
To save mankind that was forlorn!
_Mater, ora, &c._
Three Kingës brought him presents,
Gold, myrrh, and frankincense,
To my Son full of might,
King of Kings and Lord of right!
_Mater, ora, &c._
Fair maiden, pray for us
Unto thy Son, sweet Jesus,
That He will send us of His grace
In heaven on high to have a place.
_Mater, ora, &c._
[28] Dwell.