Classic Poem

Chorus./Prais'd bee our Great Creatour,
Angells./In the skyes.
Men./In earth and water.
Cho./Who doth not his workes despise
An. Us Hee loves
Men. And us improves.
Cho. How His goodnes sweet abounds?
An. In our glory.
M. And his sonnes wounds.
Cho. Though Wolves this Lambe did worry,
An. Yet Hee rose,
M. To shame his foes.
Cho. Hee did triumphe over Hell.
An. Satan bounde.
M. And Death did quell.
Cho. Hee in Heaven with glory crown'd,
An. With us stayes,
M. And for us prayes;
Cho./What tongue can his praises speake?
An. Ours want might
M. Ours are too weake
Cho./Wee blesse his name, Who in light,
Men with Angells, doth unite.