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PSALM 45, by            
First Line: My heart indites an argument of worth
Last Line: The world shall make no end of thanks to thee.
Subject(s): Holidays; Thanksgiving Day


My heart indites an argument of worth
The prayse of him who doth the scepter sway
My tongue the pen to paint his prayses forth
Shall write as swift, as swiftest writer may
Then to the King these are the Words I say
Fairer art Thou than sons of mortall race
Because high God hath blessed Thee for aye
My lips as springs do flow with speaking grace.

Thy Honours sword gird to thy mighty side
O Thou that dost all mights in might excell
With glory prosper, on with triumph ride
Since justice, Truth, and meekness with Thee dwell
So that right hand of thyne shall teaching tell
Such things to Thee as well may terror bring
And terror such as never erst befell
To mortall minds at sight of mortall King

Sharp are thy shafts to cleave their hearts in twayn
Whose heads do cast Thy conquests to withstand
Good cause to make the meaner people faine
With willing hearts to undergo thy hand
Thy Throne O God doth never falling stand
Thy scepter Ensign of Thy Kingly might
To righteousness is linkt with such a band
That Righteous hand still holds the scepter right.

Justice in love, in hate thou holdest wrong
This makes that God, who so doth hate and love
Glad-making Oyl, that Oyl on thee hath flung
Which Thee exalts Thy equals farr above
The fragrant riches of Sabean grove
Myrrh, Aloes, Cassia all thy robes do smell
When Thou from Ivory Palace dost remove
Thy breathing Odors all Thy train excell.

Daughters of Kings among thy Courtly band
By honouring Thee, of Thee do honour hold
On Thy right side Thy Dearest Queen doth stand
Richly aray'd in cloth of Ophir gold
O Daughter heare what now to Thee is told
Mark what Thou hear'st, and what Thou mark'st obey
Forget to keep in memory enroll'd
The house and folk when first Thou saw'st the day.

So in The King, Thy King a deare delight
Thy beauty shall both breed, and bred maintain
For only hee on thee hath lordly right
Him only Thou with awe must entertaine
Then unto Thee both Tyrus shall be faine
Presents present, and richest Nations moe
With humble suite Thy Royall grace to gain
To Thee shall do such homage as they owe.

This Queen that can the King her Father call
Doth only shee in upper garment shine?
Nay undercloaths, and what she weareth all
Gold is the stuff the Fashion art Divine
Brought to the King in Robe embroydred fine
Her maids of Honour shall on her attend
With such to whom more favour shall assign
In nearer place their happy days to spend

Brought shall they be with mirth and mariage joy
And enter so the Palace of the King
Then let no grief Thy mind O Queen annoy
Nor parents left Thy sadd remembrance sting
Instead of Parents Children Thou shalt bring
Of partag'd earth the Kings and Lords to be
My self Thy name in lasting verse will sing
The World shall make no end of thanks to Thee.





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