Now is the time

Now is the time, now is the hour
When joy first blessed this happy bower.
Here is a sight that sweetens every sour.
So shines the moon by night;
So looks the sun by day;
Heavenly is his light,
And never shall decay.
There is no voice enough can sing
The praise of our great king.

Fall showers of sweet delight.
Spring flowers of pleasant mirth.
What heaven hath beams that shine more bright?
Here heaven is now, stars shine on earth.
In one all honour groweth.
From one all comfort floweth.
Duty saith that to this one
All it hath it oweth.
Let then that one of all be praised
That hath our fortunes raised.