|Fair is our lot – O goodly is our heritage!|
(Humble ye, my people, and be fearful in your mirth!)
For the Lord our God Most High
He hath made the deep as dry,
He hath smote for us a pathway to the ends of all the Earth!
Yea, though we sinned – and our rulers went from righteousness —
Deep in all dishonour though we stained our garments’ hem.
Oh be ye not dismayed,
Though we stumbled and we strayed,
We were led by evil counsellors – the Lord shall deal with them!
Hold ye the Faith – the Faith our Fathers sealèd us;
Whoring not with visions – overwise and over-stale.
Except ye pay the Lord
Single heart and single sword