From stormy windes and grievious weather,
Good Lord, preserve the Estridge Feather!
O blessed Lord of heaven celestial,
Which formed hast of thy most special grace 
Arthur, our prince, to us here terrestrial
In honour to reign, Lord, 
grant him time and space,
Which of alliance 
Our prince of pleasance
By inheritance of Englond and France
Right heir for to be;
Wherefore now sing we: 
From stormy windes…

Wherefore, good Lord, sith of thy creation
Is this noble prince of royal lineage,
In every case be his preservation,
With joy to rejoice his due inheritance,
His right to obtainIn honour to reign,
This heir of Britayne, of Castille and Spain,
Right heir for to be;
Wherefore now sing we: 
From stormy windes…

Now, good Lady, among thy saintes all,
Pray to thy Son, the second in Trinity,
For this young prince which is 
and daily shall be
Thy servant with all his heart so free,
O celestial, Mother maternal, 
Empress infernal, to thee we cry and call,
His safeguard to be;
Wherefore now sing we: 
From stormy windes…