Of *******
And enmyes ryse that they be not behynde
Them for to chace and the se to scoure
By grace and fortune in many a stormy stoure
O god aboue / trononysed in heuen
In whose wyll resteth euery thynge alone
The skye / the erthe / with all the planettes seuen
Without whose grace / comforte haue we none
As thou arte thre enclusyd in one
So saue our souerayne / from all maner wo