Classic Poem

Behold, behold, the day shall come when as
A Joyfull Prince shyning upon his seed
His churche with graces shall illuminat:
And cleare the darcknes which through synne was bred
He shall unlock the uncleane lipps of them
That guilty are, and being true and just,
He shall his people love, but for his foes
They shall not come, nor stand before his sight:
He shall indue with blessings from above
The Queene his Churche, the more for our behove.