A godlie Dittie to be song for the preservation of the
Queenes most exclent Majesties raigne.
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AL English hearts rejoyce and sing,
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that feares the Lord and loves our Queene,
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yeld thanks to God our heavenly king,
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who hytherto hir guide hath been:
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with faithfull hartes O God we crave
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long life on earth her Grace may have
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long life on earth her Grace may have.
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WE laude and prayse, his name alwayes,
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who doth our queene defend,
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and still we pray God night and day,
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to keepe her to the end.
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Thou fame flye out, send all about,
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how that with hart and voice,
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in spite of those that bee her Foes,
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this day we doe rejoyce.
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AS David may, her Grace may say
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if open Foes an oath had sworne,
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To seeke her life with blooddie knife.
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it might the better have been borne.
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But those to whom shee bare good will,
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with spite did seeke her blood to spill.
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We laude and praise, etc.
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A Judith just shee still hath beene,
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a loving Prince to Subjects all:
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Shee is our good and gracious Queene,
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Lord blesse her that shee never fall.
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In any danger of her Foes
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But safely keepe her Lord from those.
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We laude and praise, etc.
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Confound them all that wickedlie
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pretend her hurt in any part,
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O Lord make knowne their villanie,
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that they may have their due desart.
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That all the worlde may knowe and see
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How thou doest hate their treacherie.
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We laude and praise, etc.
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Devide O Lord and make a spoyle,
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of them and all they have possest:
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As thou hast given some the foyle,
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like guerdon graunt to all the rest,
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That wish or will to worke her woe,
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Thy anger Lord upon them shoe.
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We laude and praise, etc.
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If on our side God had not beene,
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when Traitours sought much blood to spill:
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This day of joy we had not seene,
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but had been subject to their will.
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But God doth aye all those defend,
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That on him doe only depend.
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We laude and praise, etc.
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Let Belles ring out let joy abounde,
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let earth and ayre bee fild with noyse:
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Let Drommes strike up, let Trumpets sound,
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let Musicke sweete shew foorth our joys:
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And let us all with one accord,
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To see this day joy in the Lord.
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We laude and praise, etc.
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