We beg not hell, our Orpheus to restore

We beg not hell, our Orpheus to restore a song by John Blow on BeMusic

Hark how the songsters by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
In vain the am'rous flute by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
O solitude, my sweetest choice by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
Chaconne from Dioclesian by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
Ah heav'n, what is't I hear? by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
Sound the trumpet by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
Since the toils and the hazards of war by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
Sing, sing, ye druids by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
Paratum cor meum by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
The Queen’s Epicedium: Incassum Lesbia by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
The Queen’s Epicedium: No, Lesbia, you ask in vain by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
O dive custos Auriciae domus by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
Mark how the lark and linnet sing by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
But in the close of night by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
So ceas’d the rival crew when Purcell came by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
We beg not hell, our Orpheus to restore by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
The pow’r of harmony too well they knew by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
The heav’nly quire, who heard his notes from high by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,
Ye brethren of the lyre, and tuneful voice by The King's Consort, Iestyn Davies,