Grayston Ives, Listen sweet dove

Listen sweet dove unto my song And spread thy golden wings in me; Hatching my tender heart so long Till it get wing and flie away with thee. Such glorious gifts thou didst bestow That the earth did like a heaven appear, The starres were coming down to know If they might mend their wages and serve here. The sunne which once did shine alone, Hung down his head and wisht for night When he beheld twelve sunnes for one Going about the world and giving light. Lord though we change thou art the same, The same sweet God of love and light; Restore this day for thy great name, Unto his ancient and miraculous right.