Divine raptvres or piety in poesie Digested Into a Queint Diversity of sacred fancies. Composed by Tho. Iordan |
A Meditation on Organs.
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Divine raptvres or piety in poesie | ||
A Meditation on Organs.
Harke how the Organist most sweetely plaiesHis Psalmes upon the tone-divided Kayes:
Each touch a sound, but if the hand don't come
And strike the kayes, how soon's the musicke dumbe?
A mod'rate stroke doth well, but if too hard
The Organ's broke, and all the raptures mard.
I am that Organ Lord, and thou alone
Canst play, each prayer is a pleasant tone,
Affliction is the hand that strikes the kayes:
(O Lord from me the sweetest musicke raise:)
If thou don't strike at all how can I speake
Thy worthy prayses, if too hard I breake:
Strike mildly Lord, strike soft, and then Ile sing,
And charoll out the glory of my King.
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