A godly ditty or Prayer to be song
unto God for the preservation of his Church, our Queene and
Realme, against all Traytours, Rebels, and Papisticall
Enemies.
Preserve thy Servaunt Lord,
Elizabeth our Queene:
Be thou her shield and sword,
Now let thy power be seene.
That this our Queene annoynted,
May vanquish all her foes:
And as by thee appoynted,
Let her lay sword on those.
Geve Lord true faythful hartes,
To us her Subjectes al:
That we play not the partes,
Of these Traitours that fal
Both from their God and Prince,
And from their lawful othes:
All such O Lord convince,
And geve them overthrowes.
Syng this after the tune of the .cxxxvii. Psalme, which begins When as we sat in Babilon. Or such lyke.
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OUr livyng God to thee we cry,
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Now tend unto our playnt:
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Behold thy Church and family,
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Which enmies seeke to faynt.
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And though our syns have moved thee
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Just plagues on us to poure:
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Yet let thy Christes death shortly
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Thy wrath up cleane devour.
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Correct us Lord by thine own hand,
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And leave us not to those:
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That do thee and thy truth withstand
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Like divlysh deadly foes.
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For better is it for us Lord
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Into thy handes to fall:
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Then unto them for to accord,
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Which in hell perish shall.
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Behold (O Lord) thine enmies rage
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Against thee and thy Christ:
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Not our syns they seeke to aswage,
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But thy truth to resist.
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And shall our syns then be a let
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For thee them to withstand:
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Seing against thee they be set?
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No Lord, set to thy hand.
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For thine the glory is, not ours
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Which they seeke to suppres:
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Bend therfore Lord thine host of powrs
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And this thy cause redres.
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Resist these Rebels and Traytours,
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With Papistes every one:
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Which thy poore people so devours
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In every nacion.
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Let not the wicked thus prevayle,
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To vexe thy Church and Sayntes:
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But stroy them from the head to tayle,
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Let none bewayle their playntes.
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Lord heare the cry of Fatherles,
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And Wyddowes which do mone:
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The which these enmies do oppres
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With mischiefes many one.
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Defend O God our gracious Queene,
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From Pope, Rebel, and all:
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And as by her thy woorkes be seene,
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So let thy wrath now fall
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Upon all those that vexe thy truth,
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Our Queene, our Realme and state:
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And let their vicious prankes of ruth
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Light upon their own pate.
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So shall thy name be magnified,
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So shall thy power be knowne:
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So shall our Christ be sanctified,
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By them that be his owne.
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Wherefore O Lord graunt our requestes
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Which here to thee we make:
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And make us love and lyve thy hestes,
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For thy Christ Jesus sake.
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