Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
Chorus VenetvsI. King James I.
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That in this towne remaine,
With voice and euery instrument
Found out by mortall braine.
Praise our deliuerer’s name:
Our louing Lord, who now in need
Hath kyth’d to be the same.
Their netts were sett about;
But yet our dearest Father in heauen,
He hath redeem’d vs out.
Our enemies’ feet they slaid,
Whom he hath trapt, and made to fall
Into the pit they made.
That in this town remaine,
To him that hath releeued our necks
From Turkish yoak prophaine.
Cast off his garments vile,
And hant his temple euerie day,
To praise his name awhile.
That he hath made vs haue,
For he it was reueng’d our cause,
And not our armies braue.
With lutes and organes fine,
With viols, gitterne, cistiers als,
And sweetest voices syne.
Sing praises one and all,
To him who hath redeem’d vs now
From cruel pagans’ thrall.