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The songe of S. Ambrose, called Te Deum.

We praise thee god, we knowledg the
the only Lord to be,
And as eternal father,
all the earth doth worship the.
To the al angels crye, the heauens
and all the powers therin:
To the Cherub and Seraphin,
To crie they do not linne.
O Holy, Holy, Holy, Lorde,
Of Saboth Lord the God:
Through heauē & earth, thy praise is spred,
And glory all abrode.
Thapostles glorious companye
yelde prayses vnto thee:
The Prophets goodly felowship.
praise thee continually.
The noble and victorious host
Of martirs sounde thy prayse:
The holy churche throughout the world
doth knowledge thee alwayes.
Father of endles maiestie,
they doo acknowledge thee:
Thy Christ, thine honorable, true
and only sonne to be:
The holy Ghost the comforter,
of glory thou art king
O Christ, and of the father arte
the sonne euerlasting.
When sinfull mans decay in hand
thou tokest to restore:
To be enclosde in virgins wombe
Thou diddest not abhorre.
When thou hadst ouercome, of death
The sharp and cruell might,
Thou heauens kingdome didst set ope
to eche beleuing wight.
In glory of the father, thou
doest sit on Gods right hand:
We trust that thou shalt come our Iudge,
our cause to vnderstand.
Lorde helpe thy seruaunts whom thou hast
Bought with thy precious bloud
And in eternall glory set
Them with thy sainctes so good.
O Lorde doo thou thy people saue,
Blesse thine inheritaunce.
Lorde gouerne them, and Lord doo thou
for euer them aduaunce.
We magnifie thee day by day,
and world withoutē ende
Addore thy holy name (O Lorde)
vouchesafe vs to defende.
From sinne this day haue mercy Lord,
haue mercy on vs all:
And on vs, as we trust in thee,
Lorde let thy mercy fall.
O Lorde I haue reposed all,
My confidence in thee:
Put to confounding shame therfore
Lord let me neuer be.