❧ A godly ditty or Prayer to be song unto God for the preservation of his Church, our Queen and Realm, against all Traitors, Rebels, and Papistical Enemies.  
Preserve thy Servant Lord,  
Elizabeth our Queen:  
Be thou her shield and sword,  
Now let thy power be seen.  
That this our Queen anointed,  
May vanquish all her foes:  
And as by thee appointed,  
Let her lay sword on those.  
 
give Lord true faithful hearts,  
To us her Subjects all:  
That we play not the parts,  
Of these Traitors that fall  
Both from their God and Prince,  
And from their lawful oaths:  
All such O Lord convince,  
And give them overthrows.  
¶ Sing this after the tune of the cxxxvij Psalm, which gins When as we sat in Babylon. Or such like.  

Our living God to thee we cry,  
Now tend unto our plaint:  
Behold thy Church and family,  
Which enemies seek to faint.  
And though our sins have moved thee  
Just plagues on us to pour:  
Yet let thy Christ's death shortly  
Thy wrath up clean devour.   

Correct us Lord by thine own hand,  
And leave us not to those:  
That do thee and thy truth withstand  
Like diulysh deadly foes.  
For better is it for us Lord  
Into thy hands to fall:  
Then unto them for to accord,  
Which in hell perish shall.   

Behold (O Lord) thine enemies rage  
Against thee and thy Christ:  
Not our sins they seek to assuage,  
But thy truth to resist.  
And shall our sins then be a let  
For thee them to withstand:  
Seing against thee they be set?  
No Lord, set to thy hand.   

For thine the glory is, not ours  
Which they seek to suppress:  
Bend therefore Lord thine host of powers  
And this thy cause redress.  
Resist these Rebels and Traitors,  
With Papists every one:  
Which thy poor people so devours  
In every nation.   

Let not the wicked thus prevail,  
To vex thy Church and Saints:  
But stroy them from the head to tail,  
Let none bewail their plaints.  
Lord hear the cry of Fatherless.  
And Widows which do moon:  
The which these enemies do oppress  
With mischiefs many one.   

Defend O God our gracious Queen,  
From Pope Rebel, and all:  
And as by her thy works be seen,  
So let thy wrath now fall  
Upon all those that vex thy truth,  
Our Queen, our Realm and state:  
And let their vicious pranks of ruth  
Light upon their own pace.   

So shall thy name be magnified,  
So shall thy power be known:  
So shall our Christ be sanctified,  
By them that be his own.  
Wherefore O Lord grant our requests  
Which here to thee we make:  
And make us love and live thy hests,  
For thy Christ jesus sake.   
FINIS.  
Quoth joh. Awdely.   

¶ Imprinted at London by john Awdely.