Come let vs sound with melody the praises Of the kings king, th'omnipotent creator, Author of number, that hath all the world in Harmonie framed. Heau'n is his throne perpetually shining, His deuine power and glorie thence he thunders, One in all, and all still in one abiding, Both Father, and Sonne. O sacred sprite inuisible, eternall, Eu'ry where, yet vnlimited, that all things Canst in one moment penetrate, reuiue me O holy Spirit. Rescue, O rescue me from earthly darknes, Banish hence all these elementall obiects, Guide my soule, that thirsts, to the liuely Fountaine Of thy deuinenes. Cleanse my soule, O God, thy bespotted Image, Altered with sinne, so that heau'nly purenes Cannot acknowledge me but in thy mercies O Father of grace. But when once thy beames do remoue my darknes, O then I'le shine forth as an Angell of light, And record with more than an earthly voice thy Infinite honours.
Words and music by Thomas CampionClose