S. George his Day

ALl praise and glorie that we may,
Ascribe we, LORD, to Thee,
From whom the triumphs of this Day,
And all our glories be:
For of it selfe, nor East, nor West,
Doth Honour ebbe or flowe;
But as to Thee it seemeth best,
Preferments to bestowe:

Thou art, oh Christ, that valiant Knight,
Whose Order we professe,
And that Saint George, who oft doth fight
For England in distresse:
The Dragon thou o'rethrew'st is He,
That would thy Church deuoure,
And that faire Lady (LORD) is she,
Thou sauest from his power.

Thou like a Husbandman prepar'd
Our Fields, yea sowne them hast;
And, Knight-like with a warlike guard,
From spoile enclos'd them fast.
Oh daigne, that those, who in a Band
More strict then heretofore,
Are for this Vineyard bound to stand,
May watch it now the more:

Yea grant, since they elected are,
New Orders to put on,
And sacred Hirogliphickes weare
Of thy great Conquest wonne,
That those (when they forget) may tell,
Why those of them are worne,
And inwardly informe as well,
As outwardly adorne;

That so their Christian-Knighthood may
No Pagan-Order seeme;
Nor they their Meetings passe away,
As things of vaine esteeme;
And, that we may our triumphs all
To thy renowne apply,
Who art that Saint, on whom we call,
When we Saint George doe cry.