A laurel crown set on her head,
Spangled with rubies and with gold:
⟨A⟩ bright white palm she always had,
Glorious it was for to behold:
⟨Her⟩ face did shine like to the sun,
⟨Like⟩ threads of gold her hair hang down,
⟨Her⟩ eyes like lamps unto the moon,
⟨Of⟩ precious stones rich was her crown.
Angels and saints did welcome her,
The heavenly quire did sing, rejoice ;
⟨King⟩ David with his harp was there :
The silver bells gave a great noise.
⟨Such⟩ music and such melody
⟨Was⟩ never either heard or seen,
⟨When⟩ this poor saint was plac'd so high,
And of all sins made freely clean:
⟨But⟩ then when thus she was possest,
And looked back on all her fears :
And that she was come to her rest,
⟨Free'd⟩ from her sins, and all her tears,
⟨She⟩ from her head did take the crown,
⟨Giving⟩ all praise to Christ on high,
And at his feet she laid it down
⟨For⟩ that the Lamb had made her free,
⟨Now⟩ doth she sing triumphantly,
⟨And⟩ shall rejoice for evermore,
⟨O'er⟩ death and hell victoriously,
⟨With⟩ lasting pleasures laid in store,