1 Sing a song of ioy,
Prayse our God with mirth :
His flocke who can destroy ?
Is hee not Lord of heau'n and earth ?
2 Sing wee then secure,
Tuning well our strings :
With voyce as Eccho pure
Letvs renowne the King of Kings.
3 First who taught the day
From the East to rise :
Whom doth the Sunne obey
When in the Seas his glory dyes ?
4 Hee the Starres directs,
That in order stand :
Who heau'n and earth protects,
But hee that fram'd them with his hand ?
5 Angels round attend,
Wayting on his will :
Arm'd millions hee doth send,
To ayde the good, or plague the ill.
6 All that dread his Name,
And his Hests obserue,
His arme will shield from shame,
Their steps from truth shall neuer swerue.
7 Let vs then reioyce,
Sounding loud his prayse :
So will hee heare our voyce,
And blesse on earth our peacefull dayes.
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