England shall again be called a happy realm, a blessed country, a religious people.

Those who knew the former glory of religion shall lift up their hands for joy to see it returned again.
Righteousness shall prosper, and infidelity be plucked up by the root.
False error shall vanish like smoke, and they which saw it shall say where is it become?
The daughters of Babylon shall be cast down, and in the dust lament their ruin.

Proud heresy shall strike her sail, and groan as a beast crushed under a cart-wheel.

The memory of novelties shall perish with a crack, and as a ruinous house falling to the ground.
Repent, ye seducers, with speed, and prevent the dreadful wrath of the Powerable.

He will come as flame that burneth out beyond the furnace.
His fury shall fly forth as thunder, and pitch upon their tops that malign him.