- My heart doth take in hand
- some godly song to sing:
- The praise that I shall show therein
- pertaineth to the king.
- My tongue shall be as quick,
- his honor to indict:
- As is the pen of any Scribe
- that useth fast to write.
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- 2 O fairest of all men,
- thy speech is pleasant pure:
- For God hath blessed thee with gifts,
- for ever to endure.
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- 3 About thee gird thy sword,
- O Prince of might elect:
- With honor, glory, and renown,
- thy person pure is decked.
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- 4 Go forthwith goodly speed,
- in meekness, truth, and right:
- And thy right hand shall thee instruct
- in works of dreadful might.
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- 5 Thine arrows sharp and keen,
- their hearts so sore shall sting:
- That folk shall fall, and kneel to thee,
- yea, all thy foes, O king.
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- 6 Thy royal seat, O Lord,
- forever shall remain:
- Because the scepter of thy realm
- doth righteousness maintain.
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- 7 Because thou lovest the right
- and dost the evil detest:
- God even thy God hath ‘nointed thee,
- with joy above the rest.
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- 8 With myrrh and savors sweet,
- thy clothes are all bespread:
- When thou dost from thy palace pass,
- there into make thee glad.
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- 9 King’s daughters do attend,
- in fine and rich array:
- At thy right hand the Queen doth stand,
- in gold and garments gay.
