many years triumpht in Blood Undoing thousands who most faithful stood Unto their Countreys Interest venturing all The Common-weal might not to ruine fall Oh cursed Rome thou 'lt soon thy measure fill Thy wickedness grows and increases still Religion's shame and all the Worlds great curse Why dost thou still proceed from bad to worse And now my Muse methinks we shan't do right To worthy Cornish if we seem to slight His memory by a short Encomium To whom so much is due therefore let 's come And in a few lines more expatiate Upon the circumstances of his Fate Ah! London London did it not surprize Couldst thou behold poor Cornish with dry Eyes Hang'd like a Caitiff on a cursed Tree And acted in the very midst of thee To good men 't was a grievous sight we know Though to some wretches 't was a pleasing show A though with blushes Angels seem'd to see This horrid Act and Heav'n disturb'd to be What chearful looks this excellent Christian had â—s through the Streets he his last Journey made To that in triumph he did seem to go To death as if he certainly did know That Angels thence would carry him to bliss And place him where no pain nor sorrow is To be a Courtier to the King of Kings â—eeding on joy that from Christ Jesus springs The Sun that Morning his bright Beams displays And sends upon the Earth his Golden Rays Smiling while those two Worthies here remain But seem'd to frown as soon as they were slain The Heav'ns their mourning Garments do put on As if they 'd shew two Innocents were gone A Storm of Rain descends from that black Cloud With dreadful Lightning and with Thunder loud As if incensed Heav'n were in a Flame And Christ were coming to dissolve the same Or that the Judge of Judges now was come With all his Saints to give the World its Doom And wronged Cornish should be try'd again By upright Jurors of that blessed Train And in white Robes of Righteousness appear Before Heav'ns King his innocence to clear Jehovah's Trumpet sounding shook the Earth And to great Floods of Rain with Fire gave Birth Heav'n groan'd in Thunder and did weep in Shower Which did continue fiercely many hours Nor do I wonder that God thundered so When two such worthy Martyrs bled below And since the Heav'ns seem so apparently To justifie their Cause why may not I But stay no more of these for I espy Another Hero just before mine Eye Condemn'd a Prisoner ever to remain Who lay as dead but now 's reviv'd again Brave Johnson who can't be omitted here Aâ—â—ious Church-man valiant and sincere A Man of Parts and Learning a Divine Who sought his Countreys good as well as mine Ah! was he whipt Must he too be a Taster Of the sharp Rod like to his Blessed Master In vain would envious Clouds his Fame obscure Reproach to him doth still more praise procure His Lord and Master too was scourged sore For bearing Witness to the Truth before Why then do virulent Tongues attempt to stain The solid Glory which his Soul did gain But yet 't is strange the Mother should consent Her Sons should suffer such sad punishment Wounds from a Friend strike deep but when from Foes We dis-regard slight and contemn their blows And since few others move in the defence Of wounded Honour and wrong'd Innocence I for the kindness which to thee I bear At thy sad Sufferings must drop a tear Had all come from a treacherous Enemy It had not been so great an injury But to be wounded i' th' House of thy Friends This this all other cruelty transeends And then great Soul to be degraded too Was very hard to bear but that you knew This oft-times is the way to Dignity And Honour doth succeed Humility BUT now alas new griefs do me surround Groans from the North my mournful Soul confound My Muse must now take wing and swiftly fly To have a view of Scotland's misery Be silent and attend you soon will hear Their dismal cries will penetrate your Ear. The Sufferings of my Children here were bad But in that Nation they were far more sad No place more like to France man ever saw Where Arbitrary Power stood for Law. Men of all Ranks were seized and did lye In noisome Jayls yet knew no reason why And to insnare them swarms of cursed Spies Abroad are sent under a false disguise Who strove t' incense them to dislike and hate The King and all his Ministers of State And to extort some words from them that so They thereby might unwary Souls o'rethrow If they found any pious just and good Then many snares were laid to suck their Blood By those vile Emissaries who were sent On purpose to intrap the Innocent Suborned Witnesses imployed were Who for their wages any thing would Swear Whâ—â—eby Mâ—â—s Lives Estates and Honours too Are all indangered were they High or Low. The Chiefest Peers and Worthiest Patriots Had many 〈◊〉 the most unhappy Lots Unless they 'd be Debaucht down they must go And suffer as the meanest Rebels do Iâ— to Gods Laws Men faithfully do stand And won't be Subject to the Kings command Refusing what their Conscience offends Th' are judg'd To Caesar then to be no Friends Some Men they try'd and on that very day Condemned and their Lives were ta'ne away No Pray'rs nor Intercessions will they hear A little time to grant them to prepare For Death nay they did impiously say Hell was too good for Rebels such as they Yea they made Lawâ— the thoughts of men to reach Whom oâ— ill words or deeds none could impeach If of the Government they evil think They of Deaths bitter Cup are sure to drink Sometimes they wheedl'd them to a Confession Promising Life upon the same condition Come come say they freely to us declare What your conceptions of the Government are Speak what you think sure you are not afraid Nor will disown what you so lately said Dissemble not in matters of your Faith Since you remember what the Scripture saith That they who won't confess Christ Jesus here He will not own them when he does appear Subscribe to your Profession you shall see How very kind and merciful we 'l be Speak man and let 's your Testimony have If you will both your Soul and Body save Thus do they mock them with Expostulations As Priests and Jesuits do in Popish Nations But all the time they hide their cruel hate While thus they craftily expostulate For in the Council Men concealed stood To witness what they said and shed their Blood And thus with them they dealt most treacherously And many of their Lives depriv'd thereby And when they came to dye they beat a Drum Lest to the light their wickedness should come A very bad Cause sure that could not bear The dying words of those that Sufferers were But those that wary are and won't accuse Themselves of ought they barbarously use With
for England's good And if he please will Seal them with my Blood. O Blessed God destroy this black design Of Popish Consults it's in thee we trust Our Eyes are on thee help O Lord in time Thou God of Truth most Merciful and Just Do thou defend us or we perish must Save England Lord from Popish Cruelty My Countrey bless Thy will be done on me Mans Life 's a Voyage through a Sea of tears If he would gain the Haven of his Rest His signs must fill the Sails whilst some Men Steers When Storms arise let each man do his best And cast the Anchor of his hopes opprest Till Time or Death shall bring us to that Shore Where Time nor Death shall never be no more Laus Deo. Amen From my Prison in the Tower August 15 1681. Stephen Colledge Great Essex Ah thy groans methinks I hear What ne're a Friend hadst thou not one Friend near Noâ—e none to help in vain it was to cry When there were none but Savage Monsters nigh Since thy great Soul could not inticed be Noâ— wouldst conceal their cursed cruelty They make a bloody Tragedy of thee Surpriz'd lest all should be discovered Unto this Dev'lish Policy they were led And to conceal their horrid Plot they try Those wicked Arts which do it justifie Confirming it to all Posterity Though thy Assassinates like men appear Their curst attempt shew'd least of man was there Incarnate Devils certainly they were Ah cruel Tyrants destitute of shame To murder both thy Body and thy Name Could not thy Blood their hellish thirst suffice But must thou die a double Sacrifice What! cut thy Throat with such barbarity And when thy Soveraign also was so nigh The Royal Prison though a Tower strong Was no defence nor refuge to thee long Thou careful wast how to preserve thy life And yet didst fall by a curst Romish Knife Thy Head almost cut off and yet they cry That thy own hands did act the Tragedy â—â—t now we hope it plainly will appear Who the vile Actors who the Murderers were May I not borrow now as many do Some proper lines made on an Essex too Shall such a Noble Peer fall thus by Rome And shall I not drop tears upon his Tomb Shall none who loved him move for a Vote Ye Lords and Commons ye are bound to do 't A Vote that all on that same day o' th' year On which he fell shall mourn or shed a tear Or else be judg'd a` Papist It were wise T' erect an Office in my Childrens Eyes For issuing forth a constant sum of tears There 's no way else to pay him his Arrears And when we 've drien'd this Ages Eyes quite dry Let him be wept the next in History 1683. Renowned Great Lord Russel next 〈◊〉 Is markt out for this direful Tragedy Scarce had I dry'd mine Eyes for loss of one But they another Hero fall upon A braver Lord scarce ever lost his Head Nay few like him hath England ever bred From a most Noble Stem he did Spring forth And had a Spirit â—uited to his Birth Had I not wept so many tears before For him whole Rivers from mine Eyes might pour Had I an Helicon in either Eye The thoughts of Russel soon may draw them dry Great Soul too great for our inferior praise You for your self the Noblest Trophies raise Your Love to Sion and your Native Land Shall mention'd be ev'n while the Earth doth stande My loss and England's too who shall repair Great God! his hardned Enemies do not spare 'T was by the Blood of these Great Men I see England was freed from Rome's curst Tyranny T' avoid the Odium of their cursed Plot Which notwithstanding ne're will be forgot Another was contriv'd wherewith they thought The innocent to insnare who should be brought Thereby to ruin and then hop'd to see Sion and her best Friends would ruin'd be This was the Second part of Rome's design To work the overthrow of me and mine And these two Champions standing in their way With bloudy hands they villanously slay The first inhumanely was Murdered The other they did publickly Behead They charged him indeed with odious Crimes And many others too in those black times Crimes he to th' last did utterly deny Whose Noble Soul their malice did defie But Villains swore and he alas must die O Heav'n and Earth be ye astonished How fain would they have struck off my poor Head Yet of my Blood that they themselves might clear Good Protestants the scandal on 't must bear 1683. Sydney dear Sydney treacherously fell Whom I esteem'd a Prince in Israel Those Laws that were intended for defence Were wrested so thou couldst not have from thence Any relief but thou must likewise dye Although on thee no guilt at all did lye Jury and Judge dealt so inhumanely What hadst thou done what cause of death in the For Sion 't was 't was for thy Love to me Thy Principles were such Hell could not bear The thoughts thereof though publisht they ne're we Thou wast too Just and hadst such piercing Eyes Those Hellish Statesmen doubted a surprize And therefore made thee a third Sacrifice 1684. By Popish Arts many more ruin'd were Poor Holloway likewise fell into the snare B'ing from th' Western World a Prisoner brought By those who fiercely his destruction sought Who at the place of Execution Delivered his Bible unto one Of his Relations wherein he had writ The following lines which I do here transmit ' Owner hereof prize this and bless the Lord ' That yet to England doth his Word afford ' Had I liv'd longer hopes I should have had 'T' have seen times mend but now expect them bad ' Truth will not do for much of it I wrote ' And for 't I die much rather than the Plot. ' Did you know all you 'd say I did my part 'To free you from designed Popish smart And now alas behold my dismal case Great Flouds of sorrow follow on apace Many Religious Pious Men of worth Are rendred vile not fit to live on Earth Observe Rome's policy who contriv'd it so That Protestants should Protestants undo Conscience must now be basely shackled Against its Light impos'd on and misled And truckle like a Slave unto all those Who did Christ's Regal power in man oppose Either their Consciences must wounded lye Under despair for their Apostacy Or if they were resolved and sincere They loss of Goods Contempt and Scorn must bear Be sent to noisom Jayls or to Exile Which many chose rather than to defile Their precious Souls and treacherously dis-own Or yield the power of Christs righteous Throne Up to Usurpers who audaciously Cry All is Caesar ' s due and so deny God over Conscience has the Soveraignty No wonder they Laws violently break down That all our Civil Rights are overthrown That our Just Properties they take away And our most Ancient Liberties betray Since they the Glorious Monarchy of Heav'n
a warm debate VVho loses Error truly gains the field And he is Victor that to truth does yield VVhere e're you find it though in mean aray Subscribe and win the glory of the day O what 's the world but Shackles to the mind VVhat 's Reputation but a fleeting wind VVhy should those bawbles which the Lord abhors Become the Sacred Truths Competitors Away with all such rubs let truth take place And then the Springs of Everlasting grace VVill drop down blessings Unity increase Among my Children as the Fruits of peace Sion's Children Our common danger and the Real sence Which we have got by dear experience Of those advantages our cruel Foe Gets by our Factions will unite us so As that our Enemies shall ne'er prevail To break our League or make our courage fail But speak Dear Mother has some new affright So discompos'd you that you fear our Light Is near Extinction Tell your Sons we pray What are the Symptoms of th' expiring day Why do you Judge that Englands day of grace Draws to an Evening and declines apace Shew some prognosticks of that dismal night That threatens to succeed our Gospel Light. Sion When Sol once touches our Meridian Line It straight descends does by degrees decline Its heat grows less its dis-appearing Light Yields to the Sable of approaching night Just so the Gospel in its Altitude Once shot such beams that in this Isle ensu'd So great conversion that those former days Did feel its blest and universal Rays A general heat did warm this happy Nation From its benign and powerful operation But now it falls and from our Horizon It s vigorous influence is almost gone Thousands of Sermons lately have been preacht But very few if any sinners reacht How ineffectual is the quickening word It shines but warms not 't is but like a Sword That 's fair to sight but has not Edge at all Few prick'd at heart and scarce do any fall At Jesus feet Or have a sense of sin Confessing how Rebellious they have been It is a dismal and apparent sign That night comes on when Phoebus does decline When heat and fervour fail our hemisphere Will quickly see its glory disappear The ev'ning of the nat'ral day is come When harvest-work-men are repairing home So when quick Summons of Omnipotence Removes the Dressers of his Vineyard hence We may conclude the Gospel-morning past Because Gods Servants disappear so fast Can I when Gap-defenders fall asleep But like old Israel for my Prophets weep How can the naked and unguarded Flock Against devouring Wolves sustain the shock When of the Shepherds it is thus bereft When scarce a Moses or a Joshua's left How many active Guides most dearly lov'd By me have been in little time remov'd Scarce can I dry mine Eyes for loss of one But news arrives of many others gone Ah if my head were waters and each Eye A well of tears I could distil 'em dry Bright Lamps extinguish't and no other Lights Appear to chase the horrour of our nights Shook by concussions of my Foes I stand Whilst few are rais'd to hold my trembling hand If thus my Horsemen and Commanders dye What will become of the poor Infantry Who can support the burden of the day When such brave Hero's daily drop away Is summer past or is the harvest done That such Presages of a Storm come on Sure God as Monarchs do intendeth Wars When he recals his choice Embassadors Ah too Licentious world Come look about Before the Lord the bloudy Flag puts out When God from Sodom righteous Lot did call Sulphurious flashes did consume them all Another ground of my prevailing fear That England's black Catastrophe is near Is that as in the closure of the day The Evening-wolves do range abroad to prey So Romish Beasts in monstrous swarms do peep From their black Caverns to destroy my Sheep Such hate the tell tale-Light and therefore hide Themselves in Dens until the Ev'ning tide Their cursed products are resolves of night Like silent Curs that in the dark do bite Another Symptom of the days declension Is when the Shadows do increase dimension So when I look about I plainly see Our Ev'ning Shadows very long to be In humane bodies when the head grows hoary It notes decay of vigor strength and glory Gray hairs are thick upon our Ephraims head His Strength decays his Face is withered When Joynts grow palsi'd and the blood 's congeal'd Into a Jâ—lly can the man be heal'd When limbs grow Stiff and feeble Age does plow Its wrinkled furrows on the Patients brow When heat gives place to a benumming cold When doting fancy cares not to be told Of its approaches to a certain Grave When it rejects the Physick that would save The case is desperate for the Patient 's just Upon the point to be intomb'd in dust Even so Alas This gasping Nation lies Under the pressure of sad Maladies 'T is sick at heart yet seems averse to take That Sacred Physick whose Ingredients make Diseases vanish and would ward the blow Which will I fear produce its overthrow Ah! must our glory like a brittle Glass Reduc'd to fractions into Atomes pass So Rude a Chaos An unform'd confusion Threatning the whole with utter dissolution Once happy Isle I grieve at thy condition Where 's thy Repentance Where is thy contrition Thou hast been counted our Emanuel's Land The Gospel seems on Tip-toe now to stand To bid thee farewel Must thy Sun so soon Be set before it did approach to noon Must that illustrious Morning-light be gone That spread its beams through all our Horizon Must wretched Malice and prodigious Lust Must bare-fac'd pride and impudent distrust Rob thee of this inestimable Jewel How canst thou be so pittyless so cruel Unto thy self Sin is the flaming dart That cuts thy Veins and Wounds thy very heart Can Sion chuse but send out mournful cries And weep thy downfal in sad Elegies Within thy bounds my tabernacles were Built up and I did long inhabit here Thy Gospel-glory and Renown's gone forth Into all parts and corners of the Earth Thou maist be Justly stil'd the place of Vision Though made by foes an Object of derision The Joy of Saints the Protestants delight The Mark and Butt of Antichristian spite But if the Crown be ravish't from thy head And Romish Clouds thy Lustre overspread VVhat heart 's so brawny but my doleful cry Must move to pity VVhat relentless Eye Can see thy fall and not dissolve to drops Oh fleeting Joys Oh disappearing hopes Oh hastning horrour Oh invading fears Had I a sea of never empty'd tears My boundless helpless grief wide open sets The Sluces for its Streaming Rivulets The very Air drest in prodigious Forms Must groan in Thunder and must weep in Storms Nature of strong convulsions sickned is To see this horrid Metamorphosis VVhere Gospel Pastors did some Millions feed Must Blind and Sottish ignorance succeed Must all their throats be cut that won't
them To a just death as Traytors did condemn For Rome by downright impudence ev'n would Outface the Sun and baffle if she could The clearest proofs and Solid'st evidence Produc'd by Heavens unerring Providence Ah cruel Mistriss of deluded Souls That 's not content to make them arrant fools To lose Estates and Lives but must thereby Make them stab conscience when they come to dye She to incourage Treasons does prefer Those Traytors Martyrs in her Calender But will this recompence the loss of Thrones Or ease the Soul in hell of its sad groans Sions Children Shall we indangered by her Plots arise And curb this Harlot who our God defies Why should her Treasons any more annoy Thy precious Saints and Nations thus destroy Let 's make her drink of that invenom'd Cup She fiill'd for us Shall she not drink it up Will none fall on provoked by just ire To eat her flesh and burn her in the Fire Sion Dear Children as to what you have requir'd At present you must keep your selves retir'd Make no attempts until God from on high Affords you strength this Babel to defie At present you are ev'n like Persons dead And seem unable to erect your head But then you shall appear to be alive Gods Spirit shall your fainting Souls revive VVho to the fixed time will be exact VVhen he 'l begin this strange and dreadful Act To the confusion of your Enemies Then God will cause his Witnesses to rise And you will have a clear and gracious Call To join with those that on the Whore shall fall Sion's Friend These lines were writ eight years ago or more In the book which I mentioned before We then had hopes of what was drawing near But stay my Muse To Sion lend an Ear To what she at that time was heard to say About the Dispensations of that day Sion VVith patience Children wait upon the Lord Until his saving Strength he does afford To him you all must make your Supplication For from him only is my expectation Oh! sigh with me and in your Spirits groan Send up strong cries to the Almighties Throne Give him no rest until those happy days I shall exalted be and made the praise Of all the Earth And I will likewise cry And mount my voice to Him who sits on High. The Churches Prayer O Lord of Hosts consider my Estate Let me remain no longer desolate Have I not been most precious in thy sight Lord therefore do not my Petition slight But let thy bowels to thy Children move In token of parental tender love Shall Sion totter and the Beast be steady In his proud Seat Hast thou not seen already VVhat they have done who evil good do call From whom we can expect no good at all VVill they make Judgment i' th' right Channel go Exâ—irpate vice make righteousness to flow Like mighty Streams VVill they a blessing be To me or mine who haters are of thee Can men of thorns expect sweet grapes to find VVill ravenous VVolves to innocent Lambs be kind VVill such as have thy Childrens blood let out Striving to bring their black designs about And with mine Enemies daily still combine To root out and destroy both me and mine VVill these be now chief Friends and me relieve Sure none but mad men would such things believe If Thanks and Praises will on Earth be giv'n If Hallelujahs will be sung in Heav'n To thy great name for rasing Babylon If placing of a Papist on the Throne Be for our good by opening a door For mens Salvation readier than before If the access of sinners easier be In their approaches Blessed God to thee By Romanists having the Soveraignty Oh! then exalt them Let all others fall And Rome usurp Dominion over all But if in thy just and all seeing Eye Their monstrous crimes are of a crimson dye If they from their Original have been The vilest wretches and the worst of men If for the future they intend to be The Perpetrators of all Villany If their dark Heathenish Idolatry Pride horrid murthers and base Perjury Mount up to Heavens High Imperial Throne If their Oppressions make thy Churches gone If they will burn the Scriptures and suppress All Books that treat of Gospel Holiness If guiltless Souls without respect to age Or Sex must be the objects of their rage If they are Enemies to thy Covenants If they would trample under foot thy Saints If 'cause thou dost not seem to hear and save Thy Sion or to grant what she doth crave They Scoff at and deride thy glorious name And put thy Faithful ones to open shame Then hear O Lord Thou see'st my power 's gone In thee I trust Besides thee there is none That can thy Church from her Stern Foes deliver Oh draw thy flaming Arrows from thy Quiver To quell the Pride of this Insulting Crew Thy mighty Arm alone can them subdue On thee I have my absolute reliance Do thou assist I 'le bid them all defiance Hear O my God and for thy mercy Sake On Gasping Sion some compassion take I have been Ransom'd by the precious bloud Of thy Dear Son and fed with heavenly food Thy Churches sins O pardon and forgive And in sweet concord let thy Children live Teach them true saving knowledge from thy Word That they may worship thee with one accord My breach thou canst repair and cure my wound Nothing too difficult for thee is found Thou knowest my grief O Lord incline thine ear Revive my hope and chace away my fear In Achors Valley open thou a door Make me rejoyce as I did heretofore I pray thee break my bonds ease my distress Bring me out of this dolesom wilderness Oh let me Shine like Sols illustrious light Make me an Army terrible in fight Rend off that Vail which does thy Sion cover Scatter the Clouds whereby I may discover What thou designest by this thy Dispensation And what my work is in this generation 'T is time for thee to plead thy righteous cause When wicked men make void thy righteous Laws Thou canst cause them to drink of their own cup And loftiest Cedars by the roots pluck up But Lord remember Sion spare thy Vine That spreading Plant which thou hast chose for thine Make that to flourish and be ever green And full of Clusters as before 't has been From Egypt thou hast brought it heretofore O God I pray bring it out thence once more Let thy hand plant and water so the Root That all the Land may feast upon the fruit O let its cordial juice the Nation fill And let its boughs o're shadow every Hill From Sea to Sea do thou her branches send From all her Enemies always her defend Preserve her Fence be unto her a Wall And keep her from the violence of all Wild Beasts and from that Boars malicious power That would destroy her and her fruit devour Lord from on high thy Lovely Vine behold 'T is thine own Plant of greater
Thou hast contrived innumerable Treasons Rebellions and Sâ—ditions thereby endeavouring to betray Kingdoms aâ—d States and to subject them to the Pope and See of Rome Thou hast laboured to Corrupt and Debauch all Nations by countenancing and allowing Stews and â—othel-houses where filthy and abominable Sodomy and Adulteries are praâ—tiâ—â—d Hast murthered the best of Men even the Saints of Jesus putting them to all manner of cruel Tortures and Deaths that with the Devil's assistance could be invented Ripping up Women with Child causing thy villanous Sons to ravish Chast Women and Virgins and then barbarously Murthering them Thou hast Burned Thousands alive Roasted many on Spâ—â—s Thrown worthy Christians into Furnaces of boyling Oyl Blown their Heads in pieces with Gun-powder Fleaing off their Skins alive Starving several to Death and exercising on them abundance of other hideous Torments Thou hast made Wives to be Widdows and Children Eâ—therleis Towns and Cities to be without Inhabitant Hast burned famous Cities and destroyed diveâ—s Countries by Fire Sword and other lamentable Devastations and hast endeavour'd to enslave others by depriving them of their Just and Good Laws Liberties and Properties Thou hast not only murder'd the Bodies but likewise the Souls of multitudes of People In short Thou hast been guilty of shedding a mighty mass of innocent Blood by cutting off Millions of Men Women and Children without cause and many other unspeakable Enormities hast thou committed For all which horrid Crimes thou hast been Legally Indicted and Tryed and against which thou hast made no defence And therefore by the Laws of God Nature and Nations thou oughâ—est to be Punished according to the following Sentence Thou shalt be thrown off the Ten Horn'd Beast in every Kingdom whereon thou hast sate and all the 7 Vials of God's Wrath shall successively be poured out upon thee by the Angel out of the Temple till thou art utterly consumed from off the face of the Earth The Horns or Powers of the Nations which thou hast deceived with the Swords of good men shall destroy thee Death Mourning and Famine shall come upon thee in one day and thou shalt be utterly burnt with Fire Amen Hallelujah An Hymn of Praise upon Babylons Fall grounded upon Revel 19. 1 2 3 4. ROuse up my Muse attend and hear What Melody is in mine ear For Sions Joy is at the door Great Babel howls and is in pain Now falling is that Bloudy Whore And never more shall rise again The Saints and all that dwell on high Sing Allelujahs constantly That haughty City called Great Which boasted of her lofty Seat Is on a sudden now brought under She prostrate in the dust does lye Hearken I hear a mighty Thunder Which no good man doth terrify For Babels fall'n and Saints now sing Sweet Allelujahs to their King. Out of the Throne voices descend As if they would the Heavens rend With Praises unto God on High For he 's come forth in dreadful ire And hath the VVhore Judg'd righteously To be consum'd in flaming Fire They Hallelujahs sing amain Nay heark They double them again See! How her Smoak does fill the air Whilst Harpers sing and merry are And with one voice loud Praise proclaim To God the Lord Ornnipotent Ah! how they magnify his name With th' highest strains they can invent Again they Hallelujahs sing To God and Christ their Glorious King. Yet this Joy's only in One Isle Which Babel lately strove to spoil Scituate in the Northern Sea. That Heav'n has sav'd from Bloudy Rome Could Ireland too asjoyful be Would God in Mercy to them come How would it add unto our Joys Our Hallelujahs and our Praise A Happy Land thou seem'st to be And greater Glory shalt thou see If by Repentance thou dost fly To God in Christ by Faith and Pray'r And cast off all Iniquity For God will then remove thy fear And then thou shalt have cause to sing Sweet Allelujahs to thy King. Poor Ireland and France also E're long shall triumph as we do For God will quickly crush his Foes Their Bloud like water out he 'l pour Their Flesh shall feeding be for Crows And the Great Whore shall be no more That Allelujahs may be sung Throughout the Earth by old and young Now God Omnipotent will Reign Who will the Pride of Nations stain And make his Pow'r and Glory known His Son he 'l set on Sion Hill His Enemies shall be overthrown He will the Earth with Glory fill In th' heights of Sion we shall sing Sweet Allelujahs to our King. Sighs for Ireland O Lord who hast such wonders wrought Of late as well as formerly And down with vengeance now hast brought Thy Churches bloudy Enemy Oh! look upon poor Ireland And save them with thine own right hand Lord Bless our King and as he 's great Let him be likewise just and good His Enemies O Lord defeat VVho greedily thirst for his blood Oh! be his guard continually From workers of Iniquity Shall England thus triumph and sing VVhilst Ireland still does bleeding lye Ah! this is an afflicting thing It wounds our Souls and makes us cry To Ireland Lord send help we pray Ah! succour them without delay Unite us here and make us one And let our mutual Love appear Let 's never into fractions run And then our Foes we need not fear Whilst Protestants united be No dread of Rome or Popery The Sun on us begins to shine Lord let it break forth more and more And by that mighty pow'r of thine Confound our Foes as heretofore Arise O Lord Let Ireland be Reliev'd with speed and sav'd by thee These days in England seem to us As pleasant as the flourishing spring Oh ' let them still continue thus Prevent our Foes Preserve our King Thy People Lord in Ireland Redeem with thy out-stretched hand When we for Darkness look't and Night At Evening â—yde we did behold The Sun broke forth with Glorious Light As in the Scripture 't is foretold O're Ireland Lord thy beams display Like to the dawning of the day Let not our Sun Eclipsed be Nor Clouds of Darknes interpose Between Great Britain Lord and thee Since thus in Mercy thou art rose From Ireland let 's good Tydings here That thou likewise art risen there Let not thy Glorious Sun appear To lighten only these dark Parts But let the Nations far and near Thy Gospel-Light have in their hearts From Ireland Lord all Clouds expel Oh pity there thy Israel Let Light and Glory there break forth And Popish darkness thence be gone That all good Protestants on Earth In the Truth may be joyn'd in one On Ireland Lord Compassion take Their Sorrows we our own would make Let the French Tyrant thy Great Foe The Scourge and Plague of Christendom Receive an utter Overthrow Ah! quickly let his downfall come Those vile Usurpers Lord abase And pity there thy Childrens case Let France and Spain and Germany Enlightned be and let them see The folly of Idolatry From Babylon Lord make them flee Because her Judgment now is come And they thereby may 'scape her doom Let Christendom new Christened be why should they still believe a Lye And not on Names depend But see The great Deceits of Popery Christ's Name no good at all will do Unless they have his Nature too Let thy blest Gospel grow and work Victoriously in every place Let Tartars and the ignorant Turk Enlightned be with Heavenly Grace Poor Ireland Lord relieve with speed For whom our Hearts do almost bleed Send forth thy Light ev'n like the Morn That it o're all the Earth may fly From Cancer unto Capricorn That all Lands which in darkness lye May see how they have gone astray And be reduc'd to the Right way The fulness of the Gentiles now Bring in and give them all a Call That they may unto Jesus bow And under his Dominion fall That Popish Pow'r which do's annoy Poor Ireland Lord do thou destroy The Gospel-Tydings and good News Of Jesus Christ the Saviour Declare to the hard-hearted Jews And their strong Unbelief o're-power Oh let the Gospel on them shine For Abraham's sake that Friend of thine The Saints be'ng many Members join'd One Body make the Head thou art Lord let them have One Will One Mind Let this One Body have One Heart Then shall I see a blest increase Of Sion's Glory Israel's Peace Out of all Nations under Heaven Expel thick Darkness Lord away Let Power to thy Saints be given That all may thee and them obey Mean while let these three Northern Lands United be in Sacred Bands Let Holland likewise Happy be 〈◊〉 those Great Sev'n Preserve these Three FINIS * Lev. 20 10. Deut. 32. 36. * Rev. 17. 18.