Doth not my lady come by Henry Thomas Smart — Lyrics

Hear, hear, on ye we call, O joys, O high delights, Ye sounds, ye sweetest sights, We need, we need ye all, Thou grief, thou care be dumb Doth not my Lady come. Ope, ope ye dreaming blooms, Ye vernal stars appear, All charmèd airs be near, Rise, rise ye faint perfumes, Thou grief, thou care be dumb Doth not my Lady come.