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Spiritual melody
Spiritual melody, containing near three hundred sacred hymns. By Benjamin Keach, author of Trhopolgia, pastor of the Church of Christ meeting on Horsly-down, Southwark
London: printed for John Hancock, 1691
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Sing this as the Hundredth Psalm.
Hail glorious Prince, the precious Air Echo's Praise to th' illustrious Pair! Let no dark Clouds of Night obscure This blessed Day, but thus endure: Let Mortals now in Consort sing Anthems to th' Eternal King: Nor Frost, nor scorching Heat of June, Ne'er put thy Singers out of Tune. Hail glorious Prince, whose matchless love Brought thee from thy high Throne above ⟨p. 48⟩To court thy Spouse in a poor dress, Yet was thy Glory ne'er the less: Though thou wast treated with disdain, Yet Angels waited on thy Train; Shepherds thy joyful Welcome sing, And Wise Men do their Oblations bring Blessed Espousals our Freedom bought, A Match that our Redemption wrought.
HAil glor'ous Prince, the precious Air Eccho's Praise to th' illustrious Pair! Let no dark Clouds of Night obscure This blessed Day, but thus endure: Let Mortals now in Consort sing Anthems to th' Eternal King: Nor Frost, nor scorching Heat of June, Ne're put thy Singers out of Tune. Hail glorious Prince, whose matchless love Brought thee from thy high Throne above ⟨p. 48⟩To court thy Spouse in a poor dress, Yet was thy Glory ne're the less: Though thou wast treated with disdain, Yet Angels waited on thy Train; Shepherds thy joyful Welcom sing, And Wise Men do their Oblations bring Blessed Espousals our Freedom bought, A Match that our Redemption wrought.