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Why fum’th in fight: the Gentils spite
In fury raging stout
Why taketh in hond: the people fond
Vain things to bring about.

The kings arise: the lords devise
In counsules mett therto
Agaynst the Lord: with false accord
Against his Christ they go.

Let us they say: break down their ray
Of all their bonds and cords
We will renounce: that they pronounce
Their laws as stately lords.

But God of might: in heaven so bright
Shall laugh them all to scorn
The Lord on hie: shall them defy
They shall be once forlorn.

With iron rod: as mighty God,
All rebels shalt thou bruse:
And breake them all: in pieces small,
As sherdes the potters use.

Be wise therfore: ye kinges the more,
Receyve ye wisdomes lore:
Ye judges strong: of right and wrong,
Advise you now before.

The Lorde in feare: your service beare,
With dread to him rejoyce:
Let rages be: resist not ye,
Him serue with joyfull voyce.

The sonne kisse ye: lest wroth he be,
Lose not the way of rest:
For when his ire: is set on fire,
Who trust in hym be blest.