In fury raging stout?
Why taketh in hond: the people fond,
Vain things to bring about?
in councils met therto:
Against the Lord: with false accord,
against his Christ they go.
of all their bonds and cords:
We will renounce: that they pronounce,
their loores as stately lordes.
Shall laugh them all to scorn:
The Lord on high: shall them defy,
they shall be once forlorne.
all rebels shalt thou bruise:
And break them all: in pieces small,
as sherdes the potters use.
Receive ye wisdomes lore:
Ye judges strong: of right and wrong,
advise you now before.
with dread to him reioce:
Let rages be: resist not ye,
him serve with joyfull voice.
lose not the way of rest:
For when his ire: is set on fire,
who trust in him be blest.