Sing a song of ioy

Sing a song of ioy

Prayse our God with mirth:

His flocke who can destroy?

Is hee not Lord of heau'n and earth?

Sing wee then secure,

Tuning well our strings:

With voyce, as Eccho pure,

Let vs renowne the King of Kings.

First who taught the day

From the East to rise?

Whom doth the Sunne obey

When in the Seas his glory dyes?

Hee the Starres directs

That in order stand:

Who heau'n and earth protects

But hee that fram'd them with his hand?

Angels round attend,

Wayting on his will;

Arm'd millions hee doth send

To ayde the good or plague the ill.

All that dread his Name,

And his Hests obserue,

His arme will shield from shame:

Their steps from truth shall neuer swerue.

Let us then reioyce,

Sounding loud his prayse:

So will hee heare our voyce

And blesse on earth our peacefull dayes.