Then of the King desir'd shall be thy beauty veh'mently: Because he is thy Lord, do thou him worship rev'rently.
O come, and let us worship him, let us bow down withal, And on our knees before the Lord our Maker let us fall.
For ever and for ever is, O God, thy throne of might; The sceptre of thy kingdom is a sceptre that is right.
Kiss ye the Son, lest in his ire ye perish from the way, If once his wrath begin to burn: bless'd all that on him stay.