[XXIIII. The sacred quire of angels]
The sacred quire of angels sings the prayses of the
liuing Lord
The sacred quire of angels sings the prayses of the
liuing Lord, that is the god and king of kings protecting those that
keep his worde, O well of grace, O spring of life to those that thirst
thy truth to taste, but vnto them that liue in strife a terror that wil euer last.
weele tune our voyces to the lute and Instruments of
sweetest sound no tong shal in thy prayse be mute that dost thy foes and
ours confound, who hast preserude our king and state from ruine that
was neere at hand while all good men reioyce therat thy will no power can withstand
tis thou O Lord, through strength of thy right
hand alone that Sathans secrets hast reuealde and bloody bloody treasons ouer thrown.
CHORVS
Tis thou O Lord, through strength of thy right hand
alone that Sathans secrets hast reuealde and bloody bloody treasons ouerthrown.
