Yet once again, let us our measures move

Yet once again, let us our measures move;

And with sweet notes record our joyful love.

An object more divine none ever had:

Then with a dance triumphant let us sing.

Her high advanced praise;

And ev'n to heaven our gladsome welcome

With wings of music raise;

Yet once again, let us our measures move

And with sweet notes record our joyful love.

An object more divine none ever had:

Welcome, O welcome, ever-honoured Queen,

To this now blessed place.