Thou mak'st us from the enemy, faint-hearted, to turn back; And they who hate us for themselves our spoils away do take.
He to all passers-by a spoil, to neighbours is a scorn.
Through God we'll do great acts; he shall tread down our enemies.
Thou hast thy servant's covenant made void, and quite cast by; Thou hast profan'd his crown, while it cast on the ground doth lie.
Turn'd his sword's edge, and him to stand in battle hast not made.