The Song of S. Ambrose, or Te Deum

WE praise Thee GOD, we knowledge Thee,
To be the LORD, for euermore:
And the eternall Father we,
Throughout the earth, doe thee adore:
All Angels, with all powers within
The compasse of the heauens high;
Both Cherubin, and Seraphin,
To Thee perpetually do cry.

Oh holy, holy, holy-one;
Thou LORD, and GOD of Sabbath art;
Whose praise, and Maiesty alone
Fils heauen and earth, in eu'ry part:
The glorious Troupe Apostolike;
The Prophets worthy Company;
The Martyrs army-royall eke
Are those, whom thou art praised by.

Thou through the holy Church art knowne,
The Father of vnbounded powre:
Thy worthy, true, and only Sonne:
The Holy Ghost the Comfortour:
Of Glory thou, oh Christ, art King;
The Father's Sonne, for euermore;
Who men from endlesse Death to bring,
The Virgins wombe didst not abhorre.

When Conquerour of Death thou wert,
Heau'n to the Faithfull openedst thou;
And in the Fathers glory art
At Gods right-hand enthroned now:
Whence we beleeue, that thou shalt come,
To iudge vs in the day of wrath.
Oh, therefore helpe thy Seruants, whom
Thy precious blood Redeemed hath.

Them with those Saints doe Thou record,
That gaine eternall glory may.
Thine Heritage, and People LORD,
Saue, blesse, guide, and advance for aye:
By vs thou dayly prais'd hast beene;
And we will praise Thee without end.
Oh, keepe vs, LORD, this day from sinne.
And let thy mercy vs defend.

Thy mercy, LORD, let vs receiue,
As we our trust repose in thee:
Oh LORD, in thee I trusted haue;
Confounded neuer let me be.