God grant with grace, he us embrace,
in gentle part bless he our heart.
With loving face shine he in place,
his mercies all on us to fall.
That we thy way may know all day,
while we do sail this world so frail.
Thy health’s reward is nigh declared,
as plain as eye all gentiles spy.
1 Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?
2 The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord, and against his anointed,
[Psalter text by Archbishop of Canterbury Matthew Parker:]
Why fum’th in fight the Gentiles spite, in fury raging stout?
Why tak’th in hand the people fond, vain things to bring about?
The Kings arise, the Lords devise, in counsels met thereto,
against the Lord with false accord, against His Christ they go.