"O Noble England, fall down upon thy knee, And praise thy God with thankfull hart, which still maintaineth thee. The forraine forces, that seekes thy utter spoile: Shall then through his especiall grace be brought to shamefull foile. With mightie power they come unto our coast: To over runne our countrie quite, they make their brags and boast. In strength of men they set their onely stay, But we upon the Lord our God will put our trust alway."