For Victory

WE loue thee, LORD, we praise thy Name,
Who, by thy great Almighty arme,
Hast kept vs from the spoile, and shame
Of those, that sought our causelesse harme:
Thou art our Life, or Triumph-Song,
The Ioy and Comfort of our heart;
To thee all praises doe belong,
And thou the LORD of Armies art.

We must confesse it is thy powre,
That made vs Masters of the Field;
Thou art our Bulwarke and our Towre,
Our Rocke of refuge, and our Shield:
Thou taught'st our hands and Armes to fight;
With vigour thou did'st gird vs round;
Thou mad'st our Foes to take their flight,
And thou did'st beate them to the ground.

With fury came our armed Foes,
To bloud and slaughter fiercely bent,
And perils round did vs inclose,
By whatsoeuer way we went,
That hadst not thou our Captaine beene,
(To leade vs on, and off againe)
We on the place had dead beene seene,
Or mask'd in blood and wounds had laine.

This Song we therefore sing to Thee,
And pray, that thou for euermore
Would'st our Protector daigne to be,
As at this time. and heretofore;
That thy continuall fauour showne,
May cause vs more to Thee encline,
And make it through the world be knowne,
That such as are our Foes, are thine.