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| SING praise to God, both young and olde, | |
| That in this towne remaine, | |
| With voice and euery instrument | |
| Found out by mortall braine. | |
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| Sing praises to our mightie God, | 5 |
| Praise our deliuerer’s name: | |
| Our louing Lord, who now in need | |
| Hath kyth’d to be the same. | |
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| The faithles snares did compasse vs, | |
| Their netts were sett about; | 10 |
| But yet our dearest Father in heauen, | |
| He hath redeem’d vs out. | |
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| Not only that, but by his power | |
| Our enemies’ feet they slaid, | |
| Whom he hath trapt, and made to fall | 15 |
| Into the pit they made. | |
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| Sing praises then, both young and olde, | |
| That in this town remaine, | |
| To him that hath releeued our necks | |
| From Turkish yoak prophaine. | 20 |
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| Let vs wash off our shines impure, | |
| Cast off his garments vile, | |
| And hant his temple euerie day, | |
| To praise his name awhile. | |
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| O praise him for the victorie, | 25 |
| That he hath made vs haue, | |
| For he it was reueng’d our cause, | |
| And not our armies braue. | |
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| Praise him with trumpet, piphre, and drumme, | |
| With lutes and organes fine, | 30 |
| With viols, gitterne, cistiers als, | |
| And sweetest voices syne. | |
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| Sing praise, sing praise, both young and olde, | |
| Sing praises one and all, | |
| To him who hath redeem’d vs now | 35 |
| From cruel pagans’ thrall. | |
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