Come, let us sound with melody, the praises
Of the king's king, th' omnipotent creator,
Author of number, that hath all the world in
Heav'n is His throne perpetually shining,
His divine power and glorie, thence he thunders,
One in all, and all still in one abiding,
Both Father and Sonne.
O sacred sprite, invisible, eternal
Ev'ry where, yet unlimited, that all things
Cans't in one moment penetrate, revive me,
O holy Spirit.
Rescue, O rescue me from earthly darkness,
Banish hence all these elementall objects,
guide my soule that thirsts to the lively Fountaine
Of thy divineness.
Cleanse my soule, O God, thy bespotted Image,
Altered with sinne so that heav'nly pureness
Cannot acknowledge me, but in thy mercies,
O Father of grace.
But when once thy beames do remove my darkness,
O then I'll shine forth as an Angel of light,
And record, with more than an earthly voice, thy
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