Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
Psalme XCIXVI. Sir Philip Sidney and the Countess of Pembroke
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What if earth doe ruine threate?
Loe, our state Jehova guideth,
He that on the cherubs rideth.
High above what earth enfolds:
Thence his sacred name with terror
Forceth truth from tongues of error.
Mighty soe, as bent to right;
For how can but be maintained
Right by him who right ordained?
Sing our God, our Lord, our King;
At the footstoole sett before him
—He is holy—come, adore him.
These did high in priesthood goe—
Samuell soe unto him crying,
Got their sutes without denying.
God did daigne to talk with men:
He enacting, they observing,
From his will there was no swerving.
Unto them thy eare didst bowe:
Gratious still, and kindly harted,
Though for sinne they somewhile smarted.
Sing our God, our Lord, our King;
In his Sion mount before him
—He is holy—come, adore him.