My life I thought me had forsaken
And dreary death me to him taken
To make me with him wone.
I called and cried loud as I could:
“Lady Mary! Help by the Rood!
Now pray to Thy sweet Son!”

Thy grace came down to me that day
Into the Castle there as I lay:
Men said I was but dead.
Jesus, whom thou lovest dear,
Came to me then through thy prayer
In the form of bread.

Mary, of joy thou bearest the prize;
For thou art gate of Paradise
Where joy is merry and long.
Fair mother and maiden sweet,
With thy Five Joys I thee greet:
Lady, hear my song. Ave Maria!

Blessed be, Lady, thy sweetness.
All mankind more or less
To Hell were they gone;
They were all in Hell fast bound
Till thy Son with bloody wound
Had loosed them out each one. Ave!

Blessed be, Lady, thy fairhede
Mingled all with white and red,
Thy brightness and thy grace.
Lady, flower of all lands,
Bring him out of care-full bonds
That sings of thy sweet face.

Blessed be, Lady, thy stable thought:
Our smallest needs forgettest thou nought,
Thou dealest never crooked.
Before the King thou deemest it right
To plead for men both day and night
For good and eke for wicked. Ave!

Blessed be, Lady, thy great strength:
Thou hast extended my life in length
And done a true almswork.
Thou holdest the fiend under foot.
Thee greets now from his heart's root
Theophilus the clerk. Ave!