Odes In Imitation of the Seaven Penitential Psalmes with Sundry other Poemes and ditties tending to deuotion and pietie [by Richard Rowlands] |
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TE DEVM LAVDAMVS,
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TE DEVM LAVDAMVS,
OR The song of S. Ambrose, & S. Augustyne.
To thee O God wee praises giue,
VVee thee our Lord confesse
Eternal father, all the earth,
Adores thy woorthynesse.
VVee thee our Lord confesse
Eternal father, all the earth,
Adores thy woorthynesse.
The Angels, heau'ns, & heau'nly powers,
Yeild praises all to thee:
The Cherubinnes, and Seraphinnes,
Sound out incessantly.
Yeild praises all to thee:
The Cherubinnes, and Seraphinnes,
Sound out incessantly.
O holy, holy, holy, Lord,
O God of Sabaoth,
Thy glorious maiesty repleates,
The earth and heauen both.
O God of Sabaoth,
Thy glorious maiesty repleates,
The earth and heauen both.
To thee the quyre so glorious,
Of thy Apostles all,
To thee the number woorthy-praise,
Of prophets cry and cal.
Of thy Apostles all,
To thee the number woorthy-praise,
Of prophets cry and cal.
The army of thy martirs bright,
Thy praises do expresse:
Thy holy Church through-out the earth,
Doth thee o Lord confesse.
Thy praises do expresse:
Thy holy Church through-out the earth,
Doth thee o Lord confesse.
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Father of endlesse Maiestie,
Thy only Sonne withal,
Together with the Holy Ghost,
Comforter of vs all.
Thy only Sonne withal,
Together with the Holy Ghost,
Comforter of vs all.
Thow King of glorie arte O Christe,
And ere the earth begonne,
Thow of thy father did'st remaine,
His euer beeing Sonne.
And ere the earth begonne,
Thow of thy father did'st remaine,
His euer beeing Sonne.
Thy willingnesse man to releas,
Made thee in earth to come:
And for that cause not to abhor,
Thy maiden-mothers woombe.
Made thee in earth to come:
And for that cause not to abhor,
Thy maiden-mothers woombe.
And when the sting of cruel death,
By the was vanquisht quyght,
Thow opned'st then thee realme of blis,
To each belieuing wight.
By the was vanquisht quyght,
Thow opned'st then thee realme of blis,
To each belieuing wight.
In glorie of the father thow,
Do'st sit at Gods right hand:
VVee hold thee for the iudge by whome,
Our causes must bee skand.
Do'st sit at Gods right hand:
VVee hold thee for the iudge by whome,
Our causes must bee skand.
VVee humbly therefore thee desyre,
Voutsafe thy seruants ayd:
Of whome with thy moste pretious blood,
The ransomes thow ha'st paid.
Voutsafe thy seruants ayd:
Of whome with thy moste pretious blood,
The ransomes thow ha'st paid.
O make that wee rewarded bee,
VVith thy deer saintes in blis:
Eu'n with thy glory and thy grace,
VVhich euer during is.
VVith thy deer saintes in blis:
Eu'n with thy glory and thy grace,
VVhich euer during is.
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Thy people and thyne heritage,
O Lord saue and defend:
And gouerne them, and stil their praise,
In altitude extend.
O Lord saue and defend:
And gouerne them, and stil their praise,
In altitude extend.
And from offending thee by sin,
This day do thow vs saue:
And mercy haue on vs O Lord,
Lord on vs mercy haue.
This day do thow vs saue:
And mercy haue on vs O Lord,
Lord on vs mercy haue.
And as our trust in thee hath bene,
Such let thy mercy bee:
Confounded let mee not become,
That hoped haue in thee.
Such let thy mercy bee:
Confounded let mee not become,
That hoped haue in thee.
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