From " Man's Foes "

If the fiend through his cheating
Or defect of thy withstanding
In any sinni hath thee cast,
Arise up as a champion,
Stand stiff and fall no more adown
For such a windei's blast.

Now go into the fair field
And take Our Lord to be thy shield
Thy hand thou stretch and try;
And think upon Him with mild mood
Who for thee gave His Herti-Blood
To win for thee thy country.

Now take the Cross as thy staff
And think on Him that theron gave
His Life that was so leef.
Thou art well armed with staff and shield;
So make the traitor to thee yield,
Avenge thee on that thief.

Fight fasti for thine owne right
And get thee heavenly blissi bright
While thou hast time thereto.
Thine owni heritage it is
And so shalt thou it never miss
Unless thou it forego.