Lauds Poem by Mary,
Countess of Pembroke
O laud
the Lord, the God of hosts commend,
Exalt his power, advance his holiness:
With all your might lift his
almightiness:
Your
greatest praise upon his greatness spend.
Make
trumpet's noise in shrillest notes ascend:
Make lute and lyre his lovīd fame express:
Him let the
pipe, him let the tabret bless,
Him organ's breath, that winds and waters lend.
Let
ringing timbrells so his honour sound,
Let sounding cymbals so his glory ring,
That in
their tunes such melody be found,
As fits the pomp of
most triumphant king.
Conclude: by all that air, or
life enfold,
Let high
Jehovah highly be extolled.