A Hymn to the Virgin
Of one that is so fair and bright
Velut maris stella,
Brighter than the day is light,
Parens et puella:
I cry to thee, thou see to me,
Lady, pray thy Son for me,
Tam pia,
That I may come to thee

All this worlde was forlorn
Eva peccatrice,
Till our Lorde was y-born
De te genetrice.
Then with ave it went away
Darkest night and comes the day
The well springeth out of thee,

Lady, flower of everything,
Rose sine spina,
Thou bear Jesu, heav’n’e king,
Gratia divina:
Of all thou truly bear’st the prize,
Lady, queen of paradise
Maid mild, mother es effecta

Benjamin Britten, arr. D Newell