1 O God the Gentiles do invade
thine heritage to spoile:
Jerusalem an heape is made,
thy Temple they defile.
2 The bodies of thy Saints most deare
abroad to birds they cast:
The flesh of them that do thee feare,
the beasts devoure and wast.
3 Their blood throughout Jerusalem,
as water spilt they have:
So that there is not one of them
to lay their dead in grave.
4 Thus are we made a laughing stock,
almost the world throughout:
The enemies at us jest and mock
which dwell our coasts about.
5 Wilt thou (O Lord) this in thine ire
against us over fume,
And shew thy wrath as hot as fire,
thy folk for to consume?
6 Upon those people powre the same,
which did thee never know:
All Realmes which call not on thy Name,
consume and overthrow.
7 For they have got the upper hand,
and Jacob's seed destroid:
His habitation and his land,
they have laid wast and void.
8 Beare not in mind our former faults,
with speed some pitie show:
And aid us, Lord, in our assaults,
for we are weake and low.
The second Part:
9 O God, that giv'st all health and grace
on us declare the same:
Weigh not our works, our sins edeface,
for honour of thy Name.
10 Why shall the wicked still alway,
to us as people dumbe,
In thy reproach rejoyce and say,
Where is their God become!
Requite (O Lord) as thou seest good,
before our eyes in sight,
Of all these folk; thy servants blood,
which they spilt in despight.
11 Receive into thy sight in haste,
the clamours, griefe and wrong,
Of such as are in prison cast,
sustaining irons strong.
Thy force and strength to celebrate,
Lord set them out of band,
Who unto death are destinate,
and in their enemies hand.
12 The nations which have been so bold
as to blaspheme thy Name:
Into their laps do thou seven-fold
repay again the same.
13 So we thy flock and pasture sheep
will praise thee evermore:
And teach all ages for to keep
for thee like praise in store.