Come, Let Us Sound With Melody

by Thomas Campion (1601)

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
   Harmony framed.

Heav'n is His throne perpetually shining,
His divine power and glory, thence he thunders,
One in all, and all still in one abiding,
   Both Father and Son.

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 elemental objects,
Guide my soul that thirsts to the lively Fountain
   Of thy divineness.

Cleanse my soule, O God, thy bespotted Image,
Altered with sin so that heav'nly pureness
Cannot acknowledge me, but in thy mercies,
   O Father of grace.

But when once thy beams do remove my darkness,
O then I'll shine forth as an Angel of light,
And record, with more than an earthly voice, thy
   Infinite honours.

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