A Songe Made by Her Majestie and Songe before Her at Her Cominge from White Hall to Powles through Fleete Streete in Anno Domini 1588
Lok and bowe downe thyne eare o Lorde
from thy bryght spheare behould and see
Thy hand maide and thy handy worke
Amongest thy pristes offeringe to thee
zeale for incense Reachinge the skyes
my selfe and septer sacryifise
My sowle assende this holy place
Ascribe him strengthe and singe his prayse
For he Refraynethe peryures spyrite
And hathe done wonders in my Daies
he made the wynds and waters rise
To scatter all myne enemyes
This Josephes Lorde and Israells god
the fyry piller and dayes clowde
That saved his saincts from wicked men
And drenchet the honor of the prowde
And hathe preservud in tender love
The spirit of his Turtle Dove.
from thy bryght spheare behould and see
Thy hand maide and thy handy worke
Amongest thy pristes offeringe to thee
zeale for incense Reachinge the skyes
my selfe and septer sacryifise
My sowle assende this holy place
Ascribe him strengthe and singe his prayse
For he Refraynethe peryures spyrite
And hathe done wonders in my Daies
he made the wynds and waters rise
To scatter all myne enemyes
This Josephes Lorde and Israells god
the fyry piller and dayes clowde
That saved his saincts from wicked men
And drenchet the honor of the prowde
And hathe preservud in tender love
The spirit of his Turtle Dove.
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