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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

Psalm CX

II. Archbishop Parker

1

  • The Argument.
  • Though David’s raigne be somewhat ment,
  • Yet Christ is chiefe here prophecied,
  • Who was both kyng in regiment,
  • And priest in death; then after stied
  • To heaven to sit as priest and king,
  • His frendes to saue, his foes to wring,
  • Wyth death the sting.


  • Dixit Dominus Domino

    THE LORD most hye, the Father, thus

    Dyd say to Christ, my Lord, his Sonne,—

    Set thou in power most glorious

    On my right hand aboue the sunne;

    Until I make thy foes euen all

    Thy low footstoole to thee to fall

    As subiectes thrall.

    2The Lord shall send from Zion place

    Of thy great power, imperiall,

    The royall rod, and princely mace,

    Whence grace shall spring originall:

    Yea, God shall say,—Thou God vprise,

    To raigne amids thyne enemies,

    In princely wyse.

    3The people, glad, in hartes delight,

    Shall offer giftes, in worship free,

    As conquest day of thy great might

    In shining shew of sanctitie:

    For why? the dew of thy swete birth,

    As morne new sprong, dropth ioyfull mirth,

    So seene on earth.

    4The Lord did sweare, and fast decreed;

    He will hys worde no tyme repent,

    Which sayd thou art a priest indeed,

    A kyngly priest, aye permamant;

    Of order namde Melchisedeck,

    Whom peace and right doth ioyntly decke

    As God’s elect.

    5The Lord, as shield, kepth right thy hand

    To make thy raigne inuincible:

    He shall subdue by sea and land

    All power aduerse most forcible:

    He shall great kyngs and Cæsars wound;

    In day of wrath, all them confound

    By fearefull sound.

    6He iudgment true shall exercise,

    As iudge among the Gentile sect;

    All places he shall full surprise,

    Wyth bodies dead, on earth proiect.

    Abrode he shall in sunder smyte

    The heds of realmes that him will spyte.

    Or scorne hys myght.

    7Though here exilde, he strayth as bond,

    And shall in way but water drynke

    Of homely brooke as comth to hand,

    Pursued to death, and wysht to sinke:

    Yet he for thys humilitie

    Shall lift hys head in dignitie

    Eternally.

    The Collecte

    O Lord, the eternall Sonne of the Father, which wast begotten before the world was made, and art the first of all creatures, we lowly beseche thee that where, by the session of the ryhte hande of thy Father, thou subduest thy enemies, so make vs to subdue all the dominion of sinne rising against vs, to be made meete to serue thee in all godliness: who liuest and raignest one God wyth the Father, and the Holy Ghost. Amen.