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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

Chorus Venetvs

I. King James I.

SING praise to God, both young and olde,

That in this towne remaine,

With voice and euery instrument

Found out by mortall braine.

Sing praises to our mightie God,

Praise our deliuerer’s name:

Our louing Lord, who now in need

Hath kyth’d to be the same.

The faithles snares did compasse vs,

Their netts were sett about;

But yet our dearest Father in heauen,

He hath redeem’d vs out.

Not only that, but by his power

Our enemies’ feet they slaid,

Whom he hath trapt, and made to fall

Into the pit they made.

Sing praises then, both young and olde,

That in this town remaine,

To him that hath releeued our necks

From Turkish yoak prophaine.

Let vs wash off our shines impure,

Cast off his garments vile,

And hant his temple euerie day,

To praise his name awhile.

O praise him for the victorie,

That he hath made vs haue,

For he it was reueng’d our cause,

And not our armies braue.

Praise him with trumpet, piphre, and drumme,

With lutes and organes fine,

With viols, gitterne, cistiers als,

And sweetest voices syne.

Sing praise, sing praise, both young and olde,

Sing praises one and all,

To him who hath redeem’d vs now

From cruel pagans’ thrall.