|
|
| |
|
O daughter, take good heed,
incline and give good ear;
Thou must forget thy kindred all,
thy father's house most dear:
Then shall the King desire
thy beauty more and more;
He is the Lord thy God, whom thou
must worship and adore.
The daughters then of Tyre,
with gifts fill rich to see,
And all the wealthy of the land
shall make their suit to thee.
The daughter of the King
is glorious to behold;
Within her closet She doth sit
all decked in beaten gold.
In robes with needle wrought,
and ev'ry pleasant thing,
With virgins fair on her to wait
she cometh to the King.
Thus are they brought with joy,
and mirth on ev'ry side,
Into the palace of the King,
and there they do abide.
Instead of fathers, thou
shalt children multiply,
Whom thou may'st princes make, to rule
all lands successively.
Wherefore thy holy Name
all ages shall record,
The people shall give thanks to thee
for evermore, O Lord.
|
marker 99
|
LYRICS
|
Meter:
|
8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Trans/Adapted:
|
| |
Dates:
|
1562,1812
|
|
Bible Refs:
|
Ps 45:11-18;
|
LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
|
Hymn/Song Book
|
Year
|
Song #
|
| 1812 | # 45 |
echo ' | ';
|
Hymn Writer
