See also ST. MAGNUS, No. 35.
Y heart brings forth a goodly
My words that I indite [thing;
Concern the king: my tongue's a pen
Of one that swift doth write.
2 Thou fairer art than sons of men:
Into thy lips is store
Of grace infused; God therefore thee
Hath blessed for evermore.
f 30 thou that art the mighty one,
Thy sword gird on thy thigh;
Even with thy glory excellent,
And with thy majesty.
mf 4 For meekness, truth, and righteous
O God, thy throne of might; The sceptre of thy kingdom is
A sceptre that is right.
7 Thou lovest right, and hatest ill;
Hence God, thy God, even he
Above thy fellows hath with oil
Of joy anointed thee.
mf 8 Of aloes, myrrh, and cassia,
A smell thy garments had,
Out of the ivory palaces,
Whereby they made thee glad.
9 Among thy women honorable
Kings' daughters are at hand:
Upon thy right hand doth the
In gold of Ophir stand. [queen
[teach dim 100 daughter, hearken and regard,
And do thine ear incline;
Likewise forget thy father's
Ride prosperously in state;
And thee thine own right hand shall
Things terrible and great.
f 5 Thine arrows sharply pierce the heart
Of those that hate the king;
And under thy dominion they
The peoples down do bring.
And people that are thine.