Tvvo bookes of ayres The first contayning diuine and morall songs: the second, light conceites of louers. To be sung to the lute and viols, in two, three, and foure parts: or by one voyce to an instrument. Composed by Thomas Campian.

CANTVS I.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 AVthor of light reviue my dy- ing spright, Redeeme it 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 from the snares of all con- foun-ding night. Lord, light me to thy blessed way: For blinde, for 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 blinde with worldly vaine de- sires, I wander as a stray: Sunne and Moone, Starres and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 vnderlights I see, But all their glorious beames are mists and darknesse being compar'd to thee. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Author of light reviue my dying spright, Redeeme it from the snares of all-confounding night. Lord, light me to thy blessed way: For blinde with worldly vaine desires I wander as a stray. Sunne and Moone, Starres and vnderlights I see, But all their glorious beames are mists and darknes being compar'd to thee.

2

Fountaine of health my soules deepe wounds recure, Sweet showres of pitty raine, wash my vncleannesse pure. One drop of thy desired grace The faint and ••ading hart can raise, and in ioyes bosome place. Sinne and Death, Hell and tempting Fiends may rage; But God his owne will guard, and their sharp paines and griefe in time asswage.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 AVthor of light reviue my dying spright, Redeeme it from the snares, redeeme it from the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 snares of all con- foun- ding night. Lord, light mee to thy blessed way: For blinde, for blinde with 〈♫〉〈♫〉 worldly vaine delights, I wander as a stray. Sunne and Moone, Starres and vnderlights I see: But 〈♫〉〈♫〉 all their glorious beames are mists compar'd with thee.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 AVthor of light, of light, reviue my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 dying spright, Redeeme it from the snares of all 〈♫〉〈♫〉 confounding night, con- founding night. Lord, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 light me to thy blessed way: For blinde, for blinde with 〈♫〉〈♫〉 world-ly vain desires I wander as a stray. Sunne and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Moone, Starres and vnderlights I see: But all their 〈♫〉〈♫〉 glorious beames are mists and dark-nesse being 〈♫〉〈♫〉 com- par'd to thee.

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 AVthor of light reviue my dying spright, Redeeme it from the snares, redeeme it from the snares of 〈♫〉〈♫〉 all con- founding night. Lord, light me to thy blessed way: For blinde with worldly vaine desires I wander, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 wander as a stray. Sunne and Moone, Starres and vnderlights I see; But all, all their glorious beames are mists 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and darknesse being compar'd to thee.

CANTVS. II.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 THE man of life vpright, Whose chearfull minde is free From waight of 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 impious deedes, And yoake of vani- tee. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

The man of life vpright, Whose chearfull minde is free From waight of impious deedes, and yoake of vanitee.

2

The man whose silent dayes In harm••lesse ioyes are spent: Whom hopes cannot delude, Nor sorrowes discontent.

3

That man needes neyther towres, Nor armour for defence: Nor vaults his guilt to shrowd From thunders violence.

4

Hee onely can behold With vnaffrighted eyes The horrors of the deepe, And terrors of the Skies.

5

Thus scorning all the cares, That fate or fortune brings: His Booke the Heau'ns hee makes His wisedome heau'nly things.

6

Good thoughts his sur••st friends, His wealth a well-spent age, The earth his sober Inne, And quiet pilgrimage.

CANTVS. III.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHere are all thy beauties now all harts enchai- ning? Whither are thy flatt'rers 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 gone with all their fay- ning? All fled, and thou a- lone still here remay- ning. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Where are all thy beauties now all harts enchayning? Whither are thy flatt'rers gone with all their fayning? All fled, and thou alone still here remayning.

2

Thy rich state of twisted gold to Bayes is turned; Cold as thou art are thy loues that so much burned: Who dye in flatt'rers armes are seldome mourned.

3

Yet in spight of en••ie, this be still proclaymed, That none worthyer then thy selfe thy worth hath blamed: When their poore names are lost thou shalt li••e fa••ed.

4

When thy story long time hence shall be perused, Let the blemish of thy rule be thus excused, None euer liu'd more iust, none more abused.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 THe man of life vpright, whose chearefull minde is free From waight of impious deedes, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and yoake of vanitee, of vanitee.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHere are all thy beauties now all harts enchayning? Whither are thy flattrers gone with all their 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fayning? All fled and thou alone still here re- may- ning.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 THe man of life vpright, whose chearfull 〈♫〉〈♫〉 minde is free From waight of impious deedes, and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 yoake of vanitee.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHere are all thy beauties now, all harts en- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 chayning? Whither are thy flattrers gone with all their 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fayning? All fled and thou alone still here re-mayning.

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 THe man of life vpright, whose chearefull minde is free From waight of impious deedes, and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 yoake of vanitee.

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHere are all thy beauties now, all harts enchayning? Whither are thy flattrers gone with all their 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fay-ning? All fled and thou alone still here remayning.

CANTVS. IIII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 OVt of my soules depth to thee my cryes haue sounded, Let thine eares my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 plaints receiue on iust feare grounded: Lord should'st thou weigh our faults, who's not con- founded? 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Out of my soules deapth to thee my cryes haue sounded, Let thine eares my plaints receiue on iust feare grounded: Lord should'st thou weigh our faults, who's not confounded?

2

But with grace thou censur'st thine when they haue erred, Therefore shall thy blessed name below'd and feared, Eu'n to thy throne my thoughts and eyes are reared.

3

The•• alone my hopes attend, on thee relying; In thy sacred word I'le trust, to thee fast flying Long ere the Watch shall breake, the morne descrying.

4

In the mercies of our God who liue secured, May of full redemption rest in him assured, Their sinne-sicke soules by him shall be recured.

CANTVS. V.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 VIew me Lord a worke of thine, Shall I then lye drown'd in night? Might thy grace in 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 me but shine, I should seeme made all of light. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

View mee Lord, a worke of thine; Shall I then lye drown'd in night? Might thy grace in mee but shine, I should seeme made all of light.

2

But soule still surfets so On the poysoned baytes of sinne, That I strange and vgly growe, All in darke, and foule within.

3

Clense mee Lord that I may kneele At thine Altar pure and white, They that once thy Mercies feele, Gaze no more on earths delight.

4

Worldly ioyes like shadowes fade, When the heau'nly light appeares, But the cou'nants thou hast made Endlesse, know no•• dayes, nor yeares.

5

In thy word Lord is my trust, To thy mercies fast I flye, Though I am but clay and dust, Yet thy grace can lift me high.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 OVt of my soules depth to thee my cryes haue sounded. Let thine eares my plaints re- ceiue on 〈♫〉〈♫〉 iust feare grounded: Lord, should'st thou weigh our faults, who's not confounded? con- founded?

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 VIew mee Lord, a worke of thine, Shall I then lye drown'd in night? Might thy grace in 〈♫〉〈♫〉 mee but shine, I should seeme made all of light.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 OVt of my soules depth to thee my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 cryes haue sounded, Let thine eares my plaints re- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 ceiue on iust feare grounded: Lord, should'st thou 〈♫〉〈♫〉 weigh our faults, who's not confounded?

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 VIew me Lord a work thine, Let me 〈♫〉〈♫〉 not lye drown'd in night: Might thy grace in me but 〈♫〉〈♫〉 shine, I should seeme made all of light.

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 OVt of my soules depth to thee my cryes haue sounded, Let thine eares my plaints re- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 ceiue on iust iust feare grounded: Lord, should'st thou weigh our faults, who's not confounded?

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 VIew mee Lord, a worke of thine, Shall I then lye drown'd in night? Might thy grace in me but 〈♫〉〈♫〉 shine, I should seeme made all of light.

〈◊〉〈◊〉 VI.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 BRaue-ly deckt, come forth bright day, thine houres with Roses strew thy way, as they Thou re-ceiu'd shalt be with feasts, come chie- fest of the Brit- tish ghests, thou fift 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 wel remember: Thou w^t triumph shalt exceed In the strictest ember; For by thy return the Lord records his blessed deed. of Nouem-ber: 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Brauely deckt come forth bright day, Thine houres with Roses strew thy way, As they well remember. Thou receiu'd shalt be with feasts, Come chiefest of the British ghests, Thou fift of Nouember. Thou with triumph shalt exceede In the strictest ember; For by thy returne the Lord records his blessed deede.

2

Britaines frolicke at your bourd, But first sing praises to the Lord In your Congregations. Hee preseru'd your state alone, His louing grace hath made you one Of his chosen Nations. But this light must hallowed be With your best Oblations; Prayse the Lord, for onely great and mercifull is hee.

3

Death had enter'd in the gate, And ruine was crept neare the State; But heau'n all reuealed. ••••ry Powder hell did make, Which ready long the flame to take, Lay in shade concealed. God vs helpt of his free grace, None to him appea••ed; For none was so bad to feare the treason or the place.

4

God his peacefull Monarch chose, To him the mist he did disclose, To him, and none other; This hee did O King for thee, That thou thine owne ••enowne might'st see, Which no time can smother: May blest Charles thy comfort be Firmer then his Brother, May his heart the loue of peace, and wisedome learne from thee.

CANTVS. VII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 TO Musicke bent is my re- ty-red mind, And fain would I some song of plea- sure sing: But in vain ioies no cōfort now I find: From heauenly thoughts al true delight doth spring. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Thy power O God, thy mercies to record, Will sweeten euery note and euery word. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

To Musicke bent is my retyred minde, And faine would I some song of pleasure sing: But in vaine ioyes no comfort now I finde: From heau'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring. Thy power O God, thy mercies to record Will sweeten eu'ry note, and eu'ry word.

2

All earthly pompe or beauty to expresse, Is but to carue in snow, on waues to write. Celestiall things though men conceiue them less••, Yet fullest are they in themselues of light: Such beames they yeeld as know no meanes to dye: Such heate they cast as lifts the Spirit high.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 BRauely deckt come forth bright day, Thine houres with Roses strew thy way, as they wel remember: Thou re-ceiu'd shalt be with feasts, Come chie- fest of the Bri- tish ghests, thou fift of Nouember. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Thou with triumph shalt exceede, In the strictest Em- ber: For by thy returne the Lord re- cords his blessed deede.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 TO Musicke bent is my retyred minde, And fain would I some song of pleasure sing▪ But in vain 〈♫〉〈♫〉 ioyes no comfort now I finde, From heauenly thoughts all true delight doth spring.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 BRauely deckt come forth bright day, Thine Thou receiu'd shalt be with feasts Come 〈♫〉〈♫〉 houres with Roses strew thy way, As they well re- chie- fest of the Bri- tish ghests, Thou fift of No-. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 member: Thou with triumph shalt exceed in the strictest uember. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 ember: For by thy returne the Lord records his blessed deed.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 TO Musicke bent is my retyred 〈♫〉〈♫〉 mind, And fain would I some song of pleasure sing: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 But in vaine ioyes no comfort now I finde, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 From heauenly thoughts all true delight doth spring.

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 BRauely deckt come forth bright day, Thine houres with Roses strew thy ••ay, As they wel remember: Thou receiu'd shalt be with feasts, Come chie- fest of the Bri- tish ghests, Thou fift of Nouember. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Thou with triumph shalt exceede in the strictest ember: For by thy returne the Lord records his blessed deede.

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 TO Musicke bent is my retyred minde, And faine would I some song of pleasure sing: But 〈♫〉〈♫〉 in vaine ioyes no comfort now I finde, From heauenly thoughts all true delight doth spring.

CANTVS. VIII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 TVne thy Musick to thy hart, Sing thy ioy with thankes and so thy sorrow: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Though Deuotion needs not Art, Sometime of the poore the rich may bor- row. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Tune thy Musicke to thy hart, Sing thy ioy with thankes, and so thy sorrow: Though Deuotion need•••• not Art, Sometime of the poore the rich may borrow.

2

Striue not yet for curious wayes, Concord pleaseth more the lesse 'tis strained; Zeale aff••cts no•• outward prayse, Onely striues to shew a loue vnfained.

3

Loue can wondrous things effect, Sweetest Sacrifice, all wrath appeasing: Loue the highest doth respect, Loue alone to him is euer pleasing.

CANTVS. IX.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 MOst sweet and pleasing are thy waies O God, Like meadowes deckt with Christall Thy paths no foot prophane haue e- uer trod, Nor hath the proud man rested 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 streams & flowres: There liues no Vultur, no de-uouring Beare, But onely Doues and Lambs are harbor'd there. in thy bowres. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Most sweet and pleasing are thy wayes O God, Like Meadowes deckt with Christall streames and flowers: Thy paths no foote prophane hath euer trod: Nor hath the proud man rested in thy Bowers. There liues no Vultur, no deuouring Beare, But onely Doues and Lambs are harbor'd there.

2

The Wolfe his young ones to their prey doth guide; The Foxe his Cubbs with false deceit endues; The Lyons Whelpe suckes from his Damme his pride; In her•• the Serpent malice doth infuse: The darksome Desart all such beasts contaynes, Not one of them in Paradice remaynes.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 TVne thy Musicke to thy hart, Sing thy ioy with thankes, and so thy sorrow: Though De- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 uotion needes not Art, Sometime of the poore the rich may borrow.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 MOst sweet and pleasing are thy wayes O God, Like Meadows deckt with Christall Thy paths no foot prophane hath e- uer trod, Nor hath the proud man rested 〈♫〉〈♫〉 streames and flowres: There liues no Vultur, no deuouring Beare: But onely Doues and Lambs are harbor'd there. in thy bowres.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 TVne thy Musicke to thy hart, Sing 〈♫〉〈♫〉 thy ioy with thanks, & so thy sorrow, Though De- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 uotion needs not Art, Sometime of the poore the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 rich may borrow.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 MOst sweet and pleasing are thy wayes Thy paths no foot prophane hath e 〈♫〉〈♫〉 O God, Like Medows deckt with Christal streams & uer trod: Nor hath the proud man rested in thy 〈♫〉〈♫〉 flowres: There liues no Vultur, no deuouring Beare, bowres. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 But one- ly Doues and Lambs are har-bour'd there.

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 TVne thy Musicke to thy hart, Sing thy ioy with thankes, and so thy sor- row: Though De- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 uotion needes not Art, Sometime of the poore the rich may borrow.

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 MOst sweet and pleasing are thy wayes O God, Like Meadowes deckt with Christall streames Thy paths no foot prophane hath e- uer trod, Nor hath the proud man rested in 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and flowres: There liues no Vultur, no deuouring Beare, But onely Doues and Lambs are harbour'd there. thy bowres.

CANTVS. X.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 WIse men patience neuer want, Good men pit- ty cannot hide, Hee alone for- Fee-ble spirits onely vant Of reuenge, the poorest pride. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 giue that can Beares the true soule of a man. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Wise men patience neuer want, Good men pitty cannot hide: Feeble spirits onely vant O•• reuenge, the poorest pride. Hee alone forgiue that can Beares the true soule of a man.

2

Some there are debate that seeke Making trouble their content, Happy if they wrong the meeke, Vexe them that to peace are bent; Such vndooe the common tye Of mankinde, societie.

3

Kindnesse growne is, lately, colde, Conscience hath forgot her part: Blessed times were knowne of old, Long ere Law became an Art. Shame deterr'd, no•• Statutes then, Honest loue was law to men.

4

Deeds from loue and words that flowe Foster like kinde Aprill showres; In the warme Sunne all things grow, Wholsome fruits and pleasant flowres. All so thriues his gentle rayes, Where on humane loue displayes.

CANTVS. XI.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 NEuer weather-beaten faile more wil- ling bent to shore, Then my weary spright now Neuer tyred pilgrims limbs af- fe- cted slumber more; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 longs to flye out of my troubled brest. O come quickly, O come quickly, O come quickly sweetest Lord & 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 take my soule to rest. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Neuer weather-beaten Saile more willing bent to shore, Neuer tyred Pilgrims limbs affected slumber more; Then my weary spright now longs to flye out of my troubled brest. O come quickly sweetest Lord, and take my soule to rest.

2

Euer-blooming are the ioyes of Heau'ns high paradice, Cold age deafes not there our eares, nor vapour dim•• our eyes; Glory there the Sun out-shines, whose beames the blessed onely se••▪ O come quickly glorious Lord, and raise my spright to the••.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 WIse men patience neuer want, Good men pit- ty cannot hide: He alone forgiue that can, Beares Fee- ble spirits onely vant Of reuenge, the poorest pride. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 the true soule of a man.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 NEuer weather-beaten saile more willing bent to shore, Then my weary spright now longs to flye Neuer ty-red pilgrims limbs af- fected slumber more; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 out of my troubled brest. O come quickly, O come quickly, O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soule to rest.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 WIse men patience neuer want, Good men Fee-ble spirits onely vant Of re- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 pit- ty cannot hide, He alone forgiue that can, Beares uenge, the poorest pride; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 the true soule of a man.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 NEuer weather-beaten saile more willing Neuer ty-red pilgrims limbs af- fected 〈♫〉〈♫〉 bent to shore, Then my weary spright now longs to flie out slumber more. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 of my troubled brest. O come quickly, O come quickly, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 O come quickly sweetest Lord, and take my soule to rest.

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 WIse men patience neuer want, Good men pit- ty cannot hide. Hee alone forgiue that can, Beares Fee-ble spirits onely vant Of reuenge, the poorest pride; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 the true soule of a man.

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 NEuer weather-beaten saile more willing bent to shore, Then my wea- ry spright now longs to Neuer ty- red pilgrims limbs af- fected slumber more; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 flie out of my troubled brest. O come quickly, O come quickly, O come quickly, sweetest Lord, & take my soule to rest.

CANTVS. XII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 LIft vp to heau'n sad wretch thy heauy spright, What though thy sins thy due de- The Lord ex- ceeds in mer- cy as in might; His ruth is greater though thy 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 struction threat? Repentance need not fear the heau'ns iust rod, It staies eu'n thun- der in the hand of God. Crimes be great. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Lift vp to heau'n sad wretch thy heauy spright, What though thy sinnes thy due destruction threat? The Lord exceedes in mercy as in might; His ru••h is greater though thy crimes be great. Repentance needes not feare the heau'ns iust rod, It stayes eu'n thunder in the hand of God.

2

With chearefull voyce to him then cry for grace, Thy Faith▪ and fainting Hope, with Prayer reuiue; Remorce for all that truely mourne hath place; Not God, but men of him themselues depriue; Striue then, and hee will help; call him, hee'll heare; The Sonne needes not the Fathers fury feare.

CANTVS. XIII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 LOe, when back mine eye, pilgrim-like, I cast, what fearefull wayes I spye which 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 blinded I se- curely past? 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Loe, when backe mine eye, Pilgrim-like, I cast, What fearefull wayes I spye, Which blinded I securely past?

2

But now heau'n hath drawne From my browes that night; As when the day doth dawne, So cleares my long imprison'd sight.

3

Straight the caues of hell Drest with flowres I see, Wherein false pleasures dwell, That winning most, most deadly be.

4

Throngs of masked Feinds, Wing'd like Angels flye, Eu'n in the gates of Friends; In faire disguise blacke dangers lye.

5

Straight to Heau'n I rais'd My restored sight▪ And with loud voyce I prais'd The Lord of euer-during light.

6

And since I had stray'd From his wayes so wide, His grace I humble pray'd Hence-forth to be my guard and guide.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 LIft vp to heau'n sad wretch thy heauy spright, What though thy sinnes thy due de- The Lord ex-ceedes in mer- cy, as in might; His ruth is grea- ter though thy 〈♫〉〈♫〉 stru- ction threat? Repen- tance need not feare the heau'ns iust rod, It stayes eu'n thunder in the hand of God. Crimes be great.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 LOe, when backe mine eye, pilgrime-like, I cast, What fearefull wayes I spye, which blinded I 〈♫〉〈♫〉 securely past?

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 LIft vp to heau'n sad wretch thy The Lord exceedes in mer- cy 〈♫〉〈♫〉 heauy spright, What though t••y sins thy due de- as in might; His ruth is greater though thy 〈♫〉〈♫〉 stru-ction threat? Repentance need not feare the Crimes be great. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 heau'ns iust rod, It staies eu'n thunder in the hands 〈♫〉〈♫〉 of God.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 LOe, when backe mine eye, pilgrime- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 like, I cast, What fearefull wayes I spye, which blinded 〈♫〉〈♫〉 I securely past?

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 LIft vp to heau'n sad wretch thy heauy spright, What though thy sins thy due de- stru- ction The Lord exceedes in mer- cy as in might; His ruth is greater though thy crimes be 〈♫〉〈♫〉 threat? Repentance neede not feare the heau'ns iust rod, It stayes eu'n thunder in the hand of God. great.

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 LOe, when back mine eie, pilgrim-like, I cast, What feareful waies I spie, which blinded I securely past?

CANTVS. XIIII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 AS by the streames of Babi- lon, Farre from our natiue 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 soile we sat, Sweet Sion, thee we thought vp- on, And eu'ry thought a teare be- gat. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

As by the streames of Babilon, Farre from our natiue soyle we sat, Sweet Sion thee we thought vpon, And cu'••y thought a teare begat.

2

Aloft the trees that spring vp there Our silent Harps wee pensiue hung: Said they that captiu'd vs, Let's heare Some song which you in Sion sung.

3

Is then the song of our God fit To be prophan'd in forraine land? O Salem thee when I forget Forget his skill may my right hand!

4

Fast to the roofe cleaue may my tongue If mindelesse I of thee be found: Or if when all my ioyes are sung Ierusalem be not the ground.

5

Remember Lord how Edems race Cryed in Ierusalems sad day, Hurle downe her wals, her towres deface, And stone and by stone all leuell lay.

6

Curst Babels seede for Salems sake Iust ruine yet for thee remaines: Blest shall they be thy babes that take, And 'gainst the stones dash out their braines.

CANTVS. XV.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 SIng a song of ioy, praise our God with mirth, His flocke who can de- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 stroy, Is he not Lord of heau'n and earth? 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Sing a song of ioy, P••ayse 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 Let vs 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 swer••e.

7

Let vs then reioyce, Sounding loud his prayse: So will hee heare our voyce, And blesse on earth our peacefull dayes.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 AS by the streames of Ba- bi- lon, Farre from our natiue soile wee sat, Sweet Sion thee we 〈♫〉〈♫〉 thought vpon, And euery thought a teare be- gat.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 SIng a song of ioy, Praise our God with mirth: His flocke who can destroy? Is hee not Lord•• 〈♫〉〈♫〉 of heau'n and earth?

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 AS by the streames of Babilon, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Farre from our natiue soile wee sat, Sweet Sion thee 〈♫〉〈♫〉 wee thought vpon, And euery thought a teare begat.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 SIng a song of ioy, Praise our God with 〈♫〉〈♫〉 mirth: His flocke who can destroy? Is he not Lord of 〈♫〉〈♫〉 heau'n and earth?

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 AS by the streames of Babilon, Farre from our natiue soile wee sat, Sweet Sion thee wee 〈♫〉〈♫〉 thought vpon, And eu'ry thought a teare begat.

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 SIng a song of ioy, praise our God with mirth, His flocke who can destroy? Is he not Lord of 〈♫〉〈♫〉 heau'n and earth?

CANTVS. XVI.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 AA- wake, awake, thou heauy spright, That sleep'st the deadly sleepe of sinne, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Rise now and walke the waies of light: 'Tis not too late yet to be- gin. Seeke heauen earely, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Seeke it late true faith still findes an open gate. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Awake, awake thou ••e any spright, That sleep'st the deadly sleepe of sinne; Rise now and walke the wayes of light: 'Tis not too late yet to begin. Seeke heau'n earely, seeke it late; True Faith still findes an open gate▪

2

Get vp, get vp thou leaden man, Thy tracks to endlesse ioy, or paine, Yeelds but the modell of a sp••••, Yet burnes out thy lifes lampe in vaine. One minute bounds thy 〈◊〉〈◊〉, or blisse, Then watch, and labour while 〈…〉〈…〉

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 AWake thou heauy spright, that sleep'st the deadly sleepe of sinne, Rise now and walke the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 wayes of light; 'Tis not too - late yet to beginne. Seeke heau'n earely, seeke it late, True Faith still finds an 〈♫〉〈♫〉 open open gate.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 AWake thou hea- uy spright, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 that sleep'st the deadly sleepe of sinne, Rise 〈♫〉〈♫〉 now and walke the wayes of light; 'Tis not too late 〈♫〉〈♫〉 yet to be- ginne. Seeke, seeke heau'n eare- ly, seeke it 〈♫〉〈♫〉 late, True Faith still findes an open open gate.

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 AWake thou heauy spright, that sleep'st the deadly sleepe of sinne, Rise now, and walke the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 wayes of light; 'Tis not too late yet to be- ginne. Seeke heau'n earely, seeke it late, True Faith still finds an 〈♫〉〈♫〉 open open gate.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 COme chearfull day, come chearfull day, come chearfull day, Part of my life to mee: For while thou view'st 〈♫〉〈♫〉 me with thy fa- ding light, Part of my life doth still depart with thee, And I stil onward hast to my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 last night. Times fatall wings doe euer forward flye, So eu'ry day, so eu'ry day we liue, a day we dye.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 COme chearfull day, {repeat} part of my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 life to me: For while thou view'st me with thy fading, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 with thy fading light, Part of my life doth still depart with 〈♫〉〈♫〉 thee, And I still onward hast to my last night. Times fatall 〈♫〉〈♫〉 wings doe euer forward flie, So eu'ry day wee liue, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 So eu'ry day we liue, a day, a day we dye.

1

Come chearfull day, {repeat} part of my life, to mee: For while thou view'st me with thy fading light, Part of my life doth still depart with thee, And I still onward haste to my last night. Times fatall wings doe euer forward flye, ••o eu'ry day we liue, a day wee dye.

2

But O yee nights ordain'd for barren rest, How are my dayes depriu'd of life in you, When heauy sleepe my soule hath dispossest, By fayned death life sweetly to renew? Part of my life in that you life denye, So eu'ry day we liue a day wee dye.

CANTVS. XVII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 COme chearfull day, Come chearfull day, part of my life to me: For while thou 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 view'st me with thy fa- ding light, Part of my life doth stil depart with thee, And I stil onward hast to my last night, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Times fatall wings doe euer forward flie, So eu'ry day, so eu'ry day we liue, we liue, a day wee dye. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 SEeke the Lord, and in his wayes per- se- uer: O faint not, but as Eagles flye, For 〈♫〉〈♫〉 his steepe hill is high, Then striuing gaine the top and tri- umph e- uer.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 SEeke the Lord, and in his wayes perseuer: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 O Faint not, but as Eagles flye, For his, for his steepe 〈♫〉〈♫〉 hill is high, Then striuing gaine the top and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 triumph euer.

CANTVS. XVIII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 SEeke the Lord, and in his waies per-seuer: O faint not, but as Eagles 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 flye, For his steep hill is high, Then striuing gaine the top and tri-umph e- uer. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

Seeke the Lord, and in his wayes perseuer: O faint not, but as Eagles flye, For his steepe hill is high; Then striuing gaine the top, and triumph euer.

2

When with glory there thy browes are crowned, New ioyes so shall abound in thee, Such fights thy soule shall see, That worldly thoughts shall by their beames be drowned.

3

Farewell World, thou masse of meere confusion, False light with many shadowes d••mm'd, Old Witch with new foyles trimm'd, Thou deadly sleepe of soule, and charm'd illusion.

4

I the King will seeke of Kings adored, Spring of light, tree of grace and blisse, Whose fruit so sou'raigne is, That all who taste it are from death restored.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 LIghten heauy heart thy spright, The ioyes recall that thence are fled: Yeeld thy brest some liuing 〈♫〉〈♫〉 light, The man that nothing doth is dead. Tune thy temper to these sounds, And quicken so thy ioylesse minde 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Sloth the worst and best confounds, It is the ruine of mankinde.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 LIghten heauy heart thy spright, The 〈♫〉〈♫〉 ioyes recall that thence are fled: Yeeld thy brest some 〈♫〉〈♫〉 liuing light, The man that nothing doth is dead. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Tune thy temper to these sounds, And quicken so thy 〈♫〉〈♫〉 ioylesse minde, Sloth the worst and best confounds, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 It is the ruine of mankinde.

1

Lighten heauy hart thy spright, The ioyes recall that thence are fled: Yeeld thy brest some liuing light, The man that nothing doth is dead. Tune thy temper to these sounds, And quicken so thy ioylesse minde; Sloth the worst and best confounds, It is the ruine of mankinde.

2

From her caue rise all distasts, Which ••aresolu'd Despaire pursues, Whom soone after Violence hasts Her selfe vngratefull to abuse. Skies are clear'd with stirring windes, Th'vnmoued water moorish growes; Eu'ry eye much pleasure findes To view a streame that brightly flowes.

CANTVS XIX.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 LIighten heauy hart thy spright, The ioies recal that thence are fled: Yeeld thy brest some 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 li- uing light, The man that nothing doth is dead. Tune thy temper to these sounds, And quicken so thy 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 ioylesse mind, Sloth the worst and best con- founds, It is the ruine of mankinde. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 IAcke and Ione they thinke no ill, But lo- uing liue and merry still, Skip and trip it on the Doe their weeke daies work and pray Deuout- ly on the holly day, Lash out at a Country 〈♫〉〈♫〉 greene, And help to chuse the Summer Queene. Feast Their sil- uer pen- ny with the best.

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 IAcke and Ione they thinke no ill, But louing Doe their week dayes worke and pray Deuoutly 〈♫〉〈♫〉 liue and merry still, Skip and trip it on the greene, And on the holly day, Lash out at a Country Feast Their 〈♫〉〈♫〉 help to chuse the Summer Queene. sil- uer pen- ny with the best.

1

Iacke and Ione they thinke no ill, But louing liue, and merry still: Doe their weeke dayes worke and pray Deuotely on the holy day: Skip and trip it on the greene, And helpe to chuse the Summer Queene: Lash out at a Country Feast Their siluer penny with the best.

2

Well can they iudge of nappy Ale And tell at large a Winter tale: Climbe vp to the Apple loft, And turne the Crabs till they be soft. Tib is all the fathers ioy, And little T•••• the mothers boy: All their pleasure is content, And care to pay their yearely rent.

3

I••u•• can call by name her Cowes, And decke her windowes with greene bough•••• Shee can wreathes and ••u••ryes make, And trimme with plums a Bridall Cake. Iacke knowes what brings gaine or losse, And his long Flaile can stoutly tosse, Make the hedge which others breake, And euer thinkes what he doth speake.

4

Now you Courtly Dames and Knights, That study onely strange delights, Though y•••• scorne the home-spun gray, And reuell in your rich array, Though your tongues dissemble deepe, And can your heads from danger keepe; Yet for all your pompe and traine, Securer liues the silly Swaine.

CANTVS. XX.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 IAcke and Ione they think no ill, But lo- uing liue and merry still, Doe thier weeke daies worke and pray De-uout- ly on the holly day. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Skip and trip it on the greene. And helpe to chuse the Summer Queene. Lash out at a Country Feast Their sil- uer pen- ny with the best. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

BASSVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉

CANTVS. XXI.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 ALL lookes be pale, harts cold as stone, For Hally now is dead and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 gone, Hally in whose sight, Most sweet sight, All the earth late tooke de- light. Eu'ry eye 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 weepe with me, weepe with me, weepe with me, Ioyes drown'd in teares must be, ioyes drown'd in teares must be. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

1

All lookes be pale, harts cold as stone, For Hally now is dead, and gone, Hally in whose sight, Most sweet sight, All the earth late tooke delight. Eu'ry eye weepe with m••e, Ioyes drown'd in teares must be.

2

His Iu'ry skin, his comely hayre, His Rosie cheekes so cleare, and faire: Eyes that once did grace His bright face, Now in him all want their place, Eyes and hearts weepe with mee, For who so kinde as hee?

3

His youth was like an Aprill flowre, Adorn'd with beauty, loue, and powre, Glory strow'd his way, Whose wreaths gay Now are all turn'd to decay. Then againe weepe with mee, None feele more cause then wee.

4

No more may his wisht sight returne, His golden Lampe no more can burne; Quencht is all his flame, His hop't fame Now hath left him nought but name. For him all weepe with mee, Since more him none shall see.