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 lov´d 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.