(1)
Forgive, GREAT SIR! If less we pay,
Then what is due, to this Great Day;
We want Apollo to inspire
Strains, fitt to grace your Birth-Day Quire.
Blest Numbers, and immortal Layes,
And Anthems of an endless praise.
Are worthy You; and only fit to be
To You, GREAT SIR: the proper harmonie.

(2)
Duty and Love is all our Aym,
And these, and More your Vertues claym:
In all your Crosses who e’re Knew,
The least resentment come from you,
In Words, or frowns, or any thing,
Beneath the GRANDEUR of a KING?
In all the turns of fate You Act your part,
A KING, like David after God’s own heart.

(3)
Duty, and Love is all our Aym,
And these, and more your Vertues claym;
In highest Dangers voyd of Fear,
Or Pride, when victories you bear:
Piety, and goodness fill your minde:
Your Foes, when Vanquished Mercy find:
Your Justice may, in Time O’retake, and Aw
Those Men, your profer’d Kindness cannot draw.

CHORUS:
Duty, and Love is all our Aym,
And these and more is all our Aym,
A mighty power, your Kingdoms to regain;
A golden Age, And Nestor’s years to reign

By Mr. D. Carney:
And set by Mr. Abell Master of
his Majestys privat Musick.
Printed by William Weston Printer & Stationer to the Kings most Excellent Majesty. 1694.