Of his promocyon he myght thanke me

 I Sapyence am endewed with grace

And the lode sterre of heuenly doctryne

The sprynge of comfort Ioye and solace

Who that lyst to me for to enclyne

He shall knowe thynges that be dyuyne

And at his ende beholde the deyte

That is one god and persones thre

 It pleased the fader that is omnipotent

His sone to send to be incarnat

Of the vyrgyn Mary the sterre moost excellent

Mayden and moder yet not vyolate

Lyke a vessell chosen and made ornat

All onely for to be goddys moder

And he hym selfe vnto man broder

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 But a stryfe there was bytwene god and man

Whan man consented to synne dedely

By that the dyscorde fyrst began

Whan he the sone of god on hy

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