IX. Sir Edwin Sandys

O BLESSED they whose humble harts

True fear of power divine endues:

Religous soule, that ne’er departs

From way which blisful life renues.

O blessed man! thy ioys abound:

Thyn house thy cheerful hands shall rear:

And labours iust, with blessing cround,

Shall feeding fruit still plenteous fear.

Thy wife, a vine on wall disspred,

In fruitful love hast ioious met,

Thy children sweet, in virtue bred,

Fair olive-plants, thy boord beset.

So thus God’s fear thus graced shall be;

From Sion deer thee God shall bless,

And quiet home shall plentie see,

And life contented long possess.

That all thy days delighted ey

Jerusalem’s great weal may vieu,

And wasting life itself espy

In children’s children to renue.

O thankful then God’s love alure,

Stil righteous life with care maintain,

So happie long maist thou endure,

So peace to Israel long remain.