Not of warr onely, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith & matchless Fortitude,
To peace & truth thy glorious way hast plough'd,
laureat wreath; yet much remaines
To conquer still; peace hath her victories [ 10 ]
No less renownd then warr, new foes arise
Helpe us to save free Conscience from the paw
Of hireling wolves whose Gospell is their maw.