A SONG.  
ON HIS MAJESTY'S BIRTHDAY.  

(1)  
FOrgive, GREAT SIR! if less we pay,  
Than what is due, to this Great Day;  
We want Apollo to inspire  
Strains, fit to grace your BIRTHDAY Quire.  
Blessed Numbers, and imortal Lays,  
And Anthems of an endless praise.  
Are worthy You; and only fit to be  
To You, GREAT SIR! the proper harmony.   

(2)  
DUTY and LOVE is all our Aim,  
And these, and More your Virtues claim:  
In all your Crosses who e'er Knew,  
The least resentment come from you,  
In Words, or frowns, or any thing,  
Beneath the GRANDEUR of à KING?  
In all the turns of Fate, You Act your part,  
A KING, like DAVID after GOD'S own heart.   

(3)  
DUTY, and LOVE is all our Aim,  
And these, and more your Virtues claym;  
In highest Dangers void of Fear,  
Or Pride, when Victories you bear:  
Piety, and goodness fill your mind;  
Your Foes, when Vanquished Mercy find:  
Your Justice may, in Time, O'ertake, and Aw  
Those Men, your proffered Kindness cannot draw.   

CHORUS:  
DUTY, and LOVE is all our Aim,  
And these, and More your Virtues claym;  
A mighty power, your Kingdoms to regain;  
A Golden Age, And Nestor's years to reign.   By Mr. D. Carney: And set by Mr. Abel Master of his Majesties private Music.  

Printed by William Weston Printer & Stationer to the Kings most Excellent Majesty. 1694.