Arise great monarch
Arise great monarch, arise
Cho:
See ye joyfull Day
Drest in ye Gloryes of the East
Presumes to interrupt your sacred Rest
[Soloists]
Arise great monarch, arise
See ye joyfull Day
Drest in ye Gloryes of the East
Presumes to interrupt your sacred Rest
Cho:
Presumes to interrupt your sacred Rest
[SAB]
Never did night more willingly give way
Or Morne more cheerfully appeare
[B]
Bigg with the mighty Tydings
Of a newborn year
Cho:
Bigg with the mighty Tydings
Of a newborn yeare
Ritornell
Vers solus [B]
Blest be ye sun, that in times fruitfull womb
Was to this noble Embassy designd
To head ye Golden troop of days to come
Nor lagg’d ingloriously behind
Or ye hard fortune mett,
Ignobly in ye last year’s throng to rise and sett
[Ritornello]
Verse
In this It dares outvie with May
Since to Add years is greater than to give a day.
Cho:
O may the happy days increase
In spoyles of warr & wealth of Peace
Till Time & Age shall swallow’d bee
Lost in vast Eternity
[Alto solo]
May Charles nere quit his sacred Throne
Himself succeed himself alone
Cho:
And to lengthen out his time
Take (Gods) from us & Add to him
That soe each world a Charles may know
Father above and son below
Ritornello
[Alto solo]
Hark how the jocund spheres renew
Their chearfull and melodious Song.
While the Glad Gods are pleasd to view
The rich enamell’d throng
Of happy days in their faire Order march along
[SSB]
Move on ye prosperous dayes, move on
Finish your Course so well begun
Let noe ill Omen dare prohpane
Your beauteous & harmonious traine
Or Jealouzyes or foolish feares disturb you as yee run
Ritornello
[Bass solo]
See, mighty Charles! How all ye minutes presse
Each longing who shall first appeare
Since in this renowned yeare
Not one but feeles a secret Happyness
As bigg with new Events and some unheard successe
Vers a 3
See, see, see how our troubles vanish,
See, see how ye tumultuous tribes agree
Propitious windes beare All our griefs away
& peace cleares up the troubled Day
Cho:
Not a wrinkle not a scar
Of faction or dishonest warr
But Pomps & Triumphs deck ye noble Kalendar
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