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
Maria.

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
Salutis;
The well springeth out of thee,
Virtutis.

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
Electa:
Maid mild, mother es effecta
Effecta.

Benjamin Britten, arr. D Newell