A Psalme of Thanks-giving to Be Sung by the Children of Christs Hospitall

Jordans of teares (Lord) thou hast dry'd from off our weeping eyes,
Thy providence our griefe descry'd and hearkned to our cryes.
When nights of woes in vales of death made all our hopes depart,
Loves fire was kindled by thy breath in our good Patrons heart.
Their staffe of Bread like Moses Rod, did on the waters prove,
Thy loving might (most gracious God) and greatnesse of thy love.
Chorus. Our hearts we raise, &c.

Build-up thy Churches broken walls, and crown this Land with Peace:
Anoynt thy Churches regall head, with glory ne're to cease.
Upon his Spouse, our Royall Queene, and pledges of their love;
On Clergy and Nobility, raine blessings from above.
This City with thy grace enrich, here make thine Arke to rest;
Lord, let the Maior and Aldermen, with happy yeares be blest.
Chorus. Our hearts we raise, &c.