O lawde the lord, the God of hoasts commend, Exaulte his power, advaunce his holines. with all your might lifte his Allmightines: Your greatest praise, upon his greatnes spend. Make Trumpetts noise in shrillest notes ascend: Make, lute, and lire his loved fame expresse; him let the Pipe, him let the Tabret blesse: him Organs breath, that windes or waters lend. Let ringing Timbrells, so his honnour sownd, let sounding Cimballs, so his glorie ringe: That in theire tunes such melodie be found, as fitts the pompe of most triumphant kinge. Conclude by all, that ayre or life enfould: let high Jehova highlie be extould. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CLEVER WOMAN by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE MOUNTAIN LAUREL by ALFRED NOYES THE DRUM: THE NARRATIVE OF THE DEMON OF TEDWORTH by EDITH SITWELL TO THE MOCKINGBIRD by RICHARD HENRY WILDE BOTHWELL: PART 6 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE KIRK OF LAMINGTON by ROBERT BURNS |