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MY hart doth now, take in hande, * 1.1 Some godly songe to singe?
Thy prayse I shall shew therin, perteyneth to the kynge.
[verse 2]
My tounge shalbe as quicke, his honor to endite:
As is the pen of any scribe, that vseth faste to wryte.
[verse 3]
O fayrest of all men, thy speache is pleasaunt pure:
For God hathe blessed thee with giftes, for euer to endure.
[verse 4]
Aboute thee girde thy sworde O prince of might elect:
With honour glory and renoume, thy person pure is dect.
[verse 5]
Go forth with godly speede, in mekenes, truth and ryght:
And thy ryght hand, shall thee instruct, in workes of dredfull might.
[verse 6]
Thyne arrowes sharpe and kene, theyr harts so sore shall stinge,
That folke shall fall and knele to thee, yea all thy foes, O kynge.
[verse 7]
Thy royall seate, O Lorde, for euer shall remayne:
Because the scepter of thy realme, doth righteousnes maintaine.
[verse 8]
Because thou louest the ryghte, and dost the ill detest: