Triumph with pleasant melody

Lyrics
Triumph! With pleasant melodie Shewe foorth thy chereful mynde Let pining cares within thy brest No place of harbor finde Awake! Shake of thy drowzie dreams And foolish fancies all Reioice with him, I say reioyce That friendly dooth the call What unacquainted cheerful voice Is this that I doe here Wch bids me triumph and reioyce That erst was drencht in feare It is the voice of Christ thy frinde Yt died for thy sake Who for to worke thy woes an ende Thy shape did on him take And where, by Adams greevous gilt Thou wast condemnd to die The precious blood yt I have spilt Saves thee eternally Wherefore reioyce, I say reioyce My faltes o Christ I do confes & do thy mcie crave: My self am come to wash thy sinne & eke thy soule tosave: Let then thy brightnes of thy birth The clowds of sinne expell I am the only mean to bring Thy damned soule from hell Then shall my tong for ever sing Due praises to thy name: I nought require but yt thou be Stil thankful for the same To thee the father & the sprite Of grace be praize for ay Sing & reioce & god above Do mafnifi allwaies Sing and reioyce and god above Doe magnifie allwaies
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Credits
- Writers
- William Byrd