Here after folowith the boke callyd the myrroure of Oure Lady very necessary for all relygyous persones.

¶The Hympne.

FIt porta cristi, She 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ys fulfyl∣led ful of grace, ys made the open gate of cryste, and the kynge goeth thorugh yt. and yt abydeth close as yt was al∣way before. Genus superni. The begin¦nynge of the lyghte aboue. hathe gone oute of the uyrgyns halle. The spowse, the age••byer the maker. the gyaunte of hys chyrche. Honor, ¶〈◊〉〈◊〉 worshyp. & toye of hys mother, the greate hope of all that byleue. hathe losed our synnes by the bytterd a••¦kenesse of dethe. Antempne. O mulicrum, O mo∣ste blyssed of women. socoure vs vnblyssed synners. and thow whome the verteu of the hyest hathe made grete wyth chylde▪ lyfte them mercyfully vp agay∣ne. whome the burden of synnes beryth downe. Antempne. O florens rosa, O florysshynge rose, fay∣re mother of god. o mylde vyrgyn, o moste plenteous vyne. thow that arte bryghter then the morow tyde. pray besyly for vs.

¶Here endyth the story of the Wednesday And begynneth the Story of the Thursday.