Symphony Againe
Thou mighty Sabbath of ye yeare
Wherein we rest from all our grief and fear
Lett not heaven’s Eye bedew thee with a teare
Thou Heir of Time and favourite of Chance;
In thee if ever shall Apollo dance

Let him dance while we sing
Joy and health to our King
Let him leap while we play to his Capers
All the Day let him shine,
With a light soe divine
As shall banish rebellious vapours

Ritornell. skorlst [shortest??]. way.

This day gave a birth
to our King & our mirth
& converted our sorrow to Laughter
& of all yt are past
‘tis the best & ye Last
& yet better art still to come after

Smile smile againe upon this close
Vers
Cho: &
Symphony.

See, see how every fragrant flower
Looks sweetly on this happy hour
& shaking off their early dew
they all turn Heliotrops to you
the Aery choire as though untaught
speake Joy in every Loyall note
the springs are soe obedient grown
their murmurs they forget to own
ye proudest trees grow humble now
and tallest Oakes doe to your service bow
ye proudest trees grow humble now
& tallest Oakes doe to your service [’bow’ scraped away]

Thrice happy morne then smile again
Salute the best of Kings & men
Doe thou th’auspicious yeare begin
& guard a thousand blessings in
That every yeare may multiply
health, length of days & victory
That every yeare may multiply
health, length of days & victory

Smile, thus smile upon ye King
& then hee’l smile on thee again
Thus our monarch from thee new Vigour shall gaine
From yee new vigour our monarch new vigour shall gaine
For every May hee’s beginning to reigne
For every May hee’s beginning to reigne

Symphony
Smile again
Vers & [cut off]