To All Angels and Saints

Lyrics

Oh glorious spirits, who after all your bands See the smooth face of God without a frown Or strict commands; Where ev'ry one is king, and hath his crown, If not upon his head, yet in his hands: Not out of envie or maliciousnesse So I forbear to crave your speciall aid: I would addresse My vows to thee most gladly, Blessed Maid, And Mother of my God, in my distresse. Thou art the holy mine, whence came the gold, The great restorative for all decay In young and old; Thou art the cabinet where the jewell lay: Chiefly to thee would I my soul unfold: But now, alas, I darе not; for our King, Whom we do all joyntly adore and praise, Bids no such thing: And whеre his pleasure no injunction layes, ('Tis your own case) ye never move a wing. All worship is prerogative, and a flower Of his rich crown, from whom lyes no appeal At the last houre: Therefore we dare not from his garland steal, To make a posie of inferiour power. Although then others court you, if ye know What's done on earth, we shall not fare the worse, Who do not so; Since we are ever ready to disburse, If any one our Masters hand can show.