Triumph with pleasant Melody

Triumph! Triumph with pleasant melody show forth thy cheerful mind
Let pining cares within thy breast no place of harbour find
Awake! Awake shake off thy drowsy dreams and foolish fancies all
Rejoice with him, I say rejoice, that friendly doth thee call

What unacquainted cheerful voice is this that I do hear
Which bids me triumph and rejoice that erst was drench’d in fear?

It is the voice of Christ thy friend that dièd for thy sake
Who for to work thy woes an end thy shape did on him take
And whereby Adam’s grievous guilt thou wast condemn’d to die
The precious blood that I have spilt saves thee eternally
Wherefore rejoice, rejoice, I say rejoice, rejoice

My faults O Christ I do confess, and do thy mercy crave
Myself am come to wash thy sin and eke thy soul to save
Let then the brightness of thy birth the clouds of sin expel
I am the only means to bring thy damnèd soul from hell

Then shall my tongue for ever sing due praises to thy name
I nought require but that thou be still thankful for the same
To thee the Father and the Sprite of Grace be praise for aye
Sing and rejoice, and God above do magnify always