O sing a new song, to our God above, <br />Avoid profane ones, 'tis for holy choir: <br />Let Israel sing song of holy love <br />To him that made them, with their hearts on fire: <br />Let Zion's sons life up their voice, and sing <br />Carols and anthems to their heavenly king. <br /> <br />Let not your voice alone his praise forth tell, <br />But move withal, and praise him in the dance; <br />Cymbals and harps, let them be tuned well, <br />'Tis he that doth the poor's estate advance: <br />Do this not only on the solemn days, <br />But on your secret beds you spirits raise. <br /> <br />O let the saints bear in their mouth his praise, <br />And a two-edged sword drawn in their hand, <br />Therewith for to revenge the former days, <br />Upon all nations, that their zeal withstand; <br />To bind their kings in chains of iron strong, <br />And manacle their nobles for their wrong. <br /> <br />Expect the time, for 'tis decreed in heaven, <br />Such honor shall unto his saints be given.<br /><br />Sir Francis Bacon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sing-a-new-song/
