Anon: Marvel Not, Joseph

Marvel not, Joseph, on Mary mild
Forsake her not though she be with child
I, Joseph, wonder how this may be
That Mary wikes clith with royal yond
She ever had been in chastity
If she be with child, it is not by thee
Marvel not, Joseph
The Holy Ghost with merciful distance
In her heart entered without offence
God and man conceived by his presence
And she, virgin pure, without violence
Marvel not, Joseph