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OPen the
temple gates vnto my loue,
Open them wide that she
may enter in,
And all the postes adorne as doth
behoue,
And all the pillours deck with girlands
trim,
For to recyue this Saynt with honour dew,
That commeth in to you,
With trembling steps and
humble reuerence,
She commeth in, before
th'almighties vew,
Of her ye virgins learne
obedience,
When so ye come into those holy places,
To humble your proud faces
Bring her vp to
th'high altar that she may,
The sacred ceremonies
there partake,
The which do endlesse matrimony make,
And let the roring Organs loudly play;
The
praises of the Lord in liuely notes,
The whiles with
hollow throates.
The Choristers the ioyous Antheme
sing,
That al the woods may answere and their eccho
ring
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