Anno foelicissimi Regni Augustae Reginae nostrae ELIZABETH Quadragesimo primo, fausté iam incepto.  Psal. terseptimus: Domine in virtute tua. 
THIS Sallm blessed David did make for himself & his people too reioys at Gods almighty poour & mercy against hiz enimyez, unto whoom in fervency of spirit did he zeloously voow here sum dreadful rewards for their mallis meet: éending his ditty with hearty prayer for continuauns of the same divine poour. But (as in du conferens it well appears) how near the fortunez & dignitéez of that Godly Prins and oour sacred Sooverain do join: He King of juri, Her highness Queen of England: He the seventh soon of Isai, She (by name) the seventh of my God. Thus (as it were) a certain alliauns between them: and matter of the Sallm so aptly serving, in Ebru metre long a go compoounded, here now reduced into seven English Septenariez have we also thereby too yield God all dutiful thanks for oour Quéenz singular prudent goovernauns, éeven too this prezent Annual Seaventeenth of November, the happy day of entrauns into her gracious Rein, and also with all true affection we pray God's mercy too bless her with many such yearly daiz ' whereby with all felicity ' her highness in her unmatchabl & gracioous good Regiment long over us too Rein.  

Ex Versione 10. Campensis.  

1 DOmine in fortitudine tua,  
Rex ut laetatur?  
Et in salute tua, ut exulrat  
Praeter modum?  
2 Desyderium cordis dedisti ei, et petita labiorum non negavisti.  
3 Nam bonorum liberalitate etiam praevertisti eum, et capiti eius auream Coronam imposuisti.   

4 Vitam petijt à te, etdedisti ei longaevam aetatem in sempiternum et ultra.  
5 Immensa est gloria eius, sed per tuam opitulationem, honorem et splendorem posuisti super eum.  
6 Sed et perpetua felicitate donabis eum, laetificabis eum laetitia vultus tui.  
7 Rex enim sperat in Dominum et in altissimi bonitatem: hinc fit ut labi non possit.  
8 Sentiant manum tuam omnes hostes tui, experiantur dexteram tuam Inimici tui.   

9 Incende eos velut clibanum in tempore indignationis tuae:  
Domine in ira tua deglutiat ac devoret eos ignis.  
10 German eorum de terra perde, et semen eorum ex hominum numero.  
11 Quoniam moliuntur adversum te malum,  
Cogitant facihus quod non possunt.   

12 Sed tu in fugam convertes eos, et nervo tuo in vultus eorum collima bis.  
13 Evehere Domine cum fortitudine tua.  
Vt canamus et celebremus potentiam tuam.    

I.  
1 O Lord thy Queen rebollving in her mind  
Thy poour surinoounting all other poour so far  
Herself therewith hoow joyful doth she find?  
But at thy Healy so vanquisshaunt in war  
Triumph she doth, lifts it as hy as star:  
2 Her heart's dezyre thoow gyvest her joyfully,  
Her prayerz eak thoow dost not her deny.   

II.  
3 Lord of thy boountyoous liberality,  
That hast her set in sovereignty supreme,  
Blessed her with thy gifts of principality,  
Made her the Queen of this thynobls Ream,  
Croound her with a Monarchal diadeam:  
4 Life hath she asked ' which Thoow most gracioously,  
Hast granted her in perpetuity.   

III.  
5 Greatiz the glory of her hy estate,  
But as thoow haste of mere benignity,  
Aboove so mighty Kings her elevate,  
In honour brightness & famoous dignity,  
6 So shalt thoow make her blessed for too be,  
With happiness still in continuauns,  
And gladness of thy joyful coountinauns.   

FOUR  
7 our Queen trusts in God and in the great boounty  
Of Thee most hy, Thou Lord of Sea & Land:  
Therefore slip can she not, but certainly  
8 Thy foez & herz, shall feel & understand,  
The mighty poour & strength of Thy right hand:  
They thereby forced (e'en mawgree of their heart)  
Too be more quiet or else be made too smart.   

V  
9 Heat thoow them hot as furnessiz by fire,  
In time of thy most dreadful indignation,  
Quell them with torments of thy wrathful Ire,  
In vengeauns Lord without commizeration,  
Flamez them devoour & spoil in cruel fashion  
10 Their plants from earth shalt root up, and again,  
Destroy their offspring for ever amoong men.   

VI  
11 Against Thee & Her in damnabl dezire,  
One prank (amoong the rest) most execrabl  
Assayed they in mallis, mischief, sword & fire, 1588.  
Which yet too acheeve (alas) they wear unabl:  
What got they by that practice detestabl?  
But slaughter & flight and most infamoous shame,  
With a fretting corzey perpetual too their name.   

VII.  
12 Tiz thoow that makest them run away apace,  
Thy bowstring is it, that in a full despite,  
Terribly shall flirt them at their very face:  
13 Avauns thyself O Lord God in thy might,  
So shall we sing all cheerful in delight,  
Thy praiz, thy glory, and celebrate with all,  
Thy puissant poour that Reinz & ever shall.