Then let the foe pursue and take my soul, and my life thrust Down to the earth, and let him lay mine honour in the dust.
Through God we'll do great acts; he shall tread down our enemies.
But yet in honour shall not man abide continually; But passing hence, may be compar'd unto the beasts that die.
Through thee we shall push down our foes, that do against us stand: We, through thy name, shall tread down those that ris'n against us have.
Many say of my soul, For him in God no succour lies.