Come, let vs sound with melody, the praises

Come, let vs sound with melody, the praises

Of the kings king, th' omnipotent creator,

Author of number, that hath all the world in

Harmonie framed.

Heau'n is His throne perpetually shining,

His deuine power and glorie, thence he thunders,

One in all, and all still in one abiding,

Both Father and Sonne.

O sacred sprite, inuisible, eternall

Eu'ry where, yet vnlimited, that all things

Canst in one moment penetrate, reuiue me,

O holy Spirit.

Rescue, O rescue me from earthly darknes,

Banish hence all these elementall obiects,

guide my soule that thirsts to the liuely Fountaine

Of thy deuinenes.

Cleanse my soule, O God, thy bespotted Image,

Altered with sinne so that heau'nly purenes

Cannot acknowledge me, but in thy mercies,

O Father of grace.

But when once thy beames do remoue my darknes,

O then I'le shine forth as an Angell of light,

And record, with more than an earthly voice, thy

Infinite honours.