¶ Praise. (II)
KIng of Glorie, King of Peace, I will love thee: And that love may never cease, I will move thee. Thou hast granted my request, Thou hast heard me: Thou didst note my working breast, Thou hast spar’d me. Wherefore with my utmost art I will sing thee, And the cream of all my heart I will bring thee. Though my sinnes against me cried, Thou didst cleare me; And alone, when they replied, Thou didst heare me. Sev’n whole dayes, not one in seven, I will praise thee. In my heart, though not in heaven, I can raise thee. Thou grew’st soft and moist with tears, Thou relentedst: And when Justice call’d for fears, Thou disentedst. Small it is, in this poore sort To enroll thee: Ev’n eternitie is to short To extoll thee. |
Note: the first line of this and "L'Envoy" are the same and are, therefore, confused. [Not sure which: "King of Glory, King of Peace" (for SATB choir and organ) Copyright 1993 by Ralph R. Prime.] Music Interpretations of the poem:
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