Full Lyrics
If in this flesh where thou indrencht dost lie
poor soule thou canst reare up thy limed wings,
carry my thoughts up to the sacred skie,
and wash them in those heauenly hallowed springs,
where ioy and requium the holy angels sing
whilst all heauens vault with blessed Ecchoes rings.
Awaked with this harmony diuine,
O how my soule mounths vp her throned head,
And giues again with natiue glory shine,
Wash with repentance then thy dayes misled,
Then ioyes with requium mayest thou with Angels sing;
Whilest all heauens vault with blessed Ecchoes ring.
