VI. Sir Philip Sidney and the Countess of Pembroke

Dominus regnavit.

WHAT if nations rage and frett?

What if earth doe ruine threate?

Loe, our state Jehova guideth,

He that on the cherubs rideth.

Greate Jehova Sion holdes,

High above what earth enfolds:

Thence his sacred name with terror

Forceth truth from tongues of error.

Thron’d he sitts a king of might,

Mighty soe, as bent to right;

For how can but be maintained

Right by him who right ordained?

O then come, Jehova sing:

Sing our God, our Lord, our King;

At the footstoole sett before him

—He is holy—come, adore him.

Moses erst and Aron soe—

These did high in priesthood goe—

Samuell soe unto him crying,

Got their sutes without denying.

But from cloudy piller then

God did daigne to talk with men:

He enacting, they observing,

From his will there was no swerving.

Then our God, Jehova, thou

Unto them thy eare didst bowe:

Gratious still, and kindly harted,

Though for sinne they somewhile smarted.

O then come, Jehova sing:

Sing our God, our Lord, our King;

In his Sion mount before him

—He is holy—come, adore him.