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VIII.

[Truth, sprung from heaven, shall shine]

CANT.
Truth, sprung from heaven, shall shine,
With her beames divine,
On all thy Land,
And there for ever stedfast stand.

BASS.
Lovely peace,
Spring of increase,
Shall like a precious gemme
Adorne thy Royall Diademe.

TEN.
Love, that bindes
Loyall mindes,
Shall make all hearts agree
To magnifie thy state and thee.


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TEN.
Honour, that proceeds
Out of noble deeds,
Shall waite on thee alone,
And cast a sacred light about thy Throne.

BASS.
Long shall thy three Crownes remaine,
Blessed in thy long-liv'd raigne.
Thy age shall like fresh youth appeare,
And perpetuall Roses beare.

TEN.
Many on earth thy dayes shall be,
But endlesse thy posteritie,
And matchlesse thy posteritie.

CHORUS.
Truth, Peace, Love, Honour, and Long-life attend
Thee, and all those that from thy loynes descend:
With us the Angels in this Chorus meet:
So humbly prostrate at thy sacred feet,
Our nightly sports and prophesies wee end.