dreadful mark Of flaming vengeance that precedes the dark Approach of night can this vast Comet be Ought but the Prologue of calamity Prodigious Meteors blazing fiery Stars Are Heraulds sent to menace open VVars Against rebellious and polluted Coasts By him who is the mighty Lord of Hosts Awake O England this Lethargick sleep Is out of Season 't is a time to weep 'T is guilty Children tremble at the Rod Can you be stupid when the angry God Sets up this dreadful Ensign of his wrath Rouze up Repentance let a lively Faith Now go to work see how the preaching Air Instead of sinning does exhort to Prayer For thy fantastick Garbs Perfumes and all Thy orhwe trash it doth for Sackcloth call From carnal sports it bids thee quickly get Calls from the Taverns to the Mercy seat From that accursed Randezvouz of Lust It bids thee hasten and repent in dust Have not th' experience of past Ages given Their sad remarks upon these Signs in Heaven VVhat follow'd still but certain spoil of Nations Plagues Fire and Sword and other devastations The sure Eversion of some potent Crown The death of Heroes Monarchs tumbled down But thou Illustrious Architect of wonder Remove the sorrows which I labour under Does this amazing Prodigy betoken That Rampant Babel shall be quickly broken Does it portend that Antichrist shall break In pieces striving to destroy the weak Remains that on this blessed name do call Or does 't presage that trembling I shall fall Lord canst thou see thy pleasant Vineyard tore And rooted up by this rapacious Boar Or have my Childrens crying sins provok'd That dismal sentence not to be revok'd Gods methods were to chasten not destroy Those sinning Souls in whom he once took joy O give thy sinking Church a true discerning VVhat thou dost mean by this prodigious warning That by thy Spirits sacred Flame calcin'd By Scourges mended and by heat refin'd We may find Grace and all our ways amend For some strange change this doubtless doth portend Sion's Friend This was first published eight years ago Just as God did that Fiery Meteor show And when amaz'd at that astonishing sight What you have read I moved was to write What in my judgment it might signifie Though I did ne're pretend to Prophecy But yet we see some things since come to pass Of what so plainly then predicted was A dismal hour of darkness did appear And from that time increased every year Which England nor Gods Witnesses before Did ever see nor I hope ne're will more Our Governments Foundation up was torn Our famous City stript and left forlorn Good men turn'd out of Office without cause And those imploy'd who violate those Laws Which only can the Subjects Right secure And England did sad Slavery to endure Gods Witnesses have likewise since been slain Though they are lately brought to Life again Yea what a wondrous strange Catastrophie Has since befall'n Great Brittain's Monarchy And what a blow is thereby given to Rome We may presage what further is to come For I don't doubt ere its effects are o're The Church of Rome shall fall and rise no more And though proud Lewis triumph let him know It may foretel his final overthrow The Turks have felt the sad effects and shall Unless they own the truth entirely fall No Comet I believe did e're fore-show More good that unto Protestants should grow But lest I should appear unkind to be In stopping Sion's groans in misery I will forbear that she may yet relate What for some years has been her direful state And shew what grief she now does labour under Which seems to break her very Heart asunder Dear Mother pray be pleased to proceed For to your words I 'll give attentive heed Sion Your news is good but Oh! my Spirits faint Finding such doleful causes of complaint My panting Soul renewed grief doth feel My feeble knees beneath their burden reel Such are the black enormities and crimes Which do attend these dark and gloomy times Although I see a Parliament most just Yet I alas lye covered in the dust This was in Eighty when thou couldst not see The Saviour which God had prepar'd for thee I am beset within and round about Nor can I see how God will bring about Deliverance for my Enemies are strong And snares have laid to ruin me ere long And since my sins and Englands are so great â—t may God move to leave his Mercy-Seat And give us up into Rome's Hellish power To be destroy'd in this most dismal hour And if at this time we preserved be When Rome attacks us with such subtilty Playing with so much malice her last Game We ought to praise the great Jehovahs Name Since nothing but a Miracle can do this So very dangerous our condition is Sion's Children Ah Mother who can disallow your moan The Cause is just for every one must own Our failing great and that our sins provoke Impending Judgments and a future stroke If interceeding Mercy step not in To Ward the blow and Cancel all our sin But since amazing Providence now gives light And makes appear the dark Intrigues o' th' night Since Heav'n exposes the results of Rome To publick notice since the Traytors come To Legal Execution since the Grand Contrivers of these mischiefs dare not stand The Test of Law or due Examination 1680. Since such brave Hero's represent the Nation Whose Clear Sagacious penetrating Eyes Dive into Rome's abhorred Mysteries VVhose Noble Souls whose Loyal English Hearts The closest sleights of Antichristian Arts Can ne're deceive whose brave resolves defeat Those curs'd Delinquents whether small or great VVhose Free-born courages do scorn to stoop To be the Vassals of a doting Pope An upstart Vicar whose Pow'r ne're was given By binding Laws of either Earth or Heaven VVe therefore Dearest Mother do conclude That what has past of Romish interlude Is near an Exit That the Scene will be Chang'd from a Tempest to Serenity This was writ in 1680. respecting the Worthy Englisâ— Parliament then Sitting Such were our hopes then Sion O that 's a Cordial but my grief does borrow Some fresh objections to renew my sorrow For some that wish me well do yet in spite Of Gospel-beamings and the clearest Light Retain some Romish fragments which displeases The meek the humble self-denying JESUS His way of worship Scripture does express No useless Pomp no Artificial Dress Becomes Religion Chastity abhors The Garb the Painting and the Gate of Whores VVhy should my Friends a Virgin-Church pollute VVith any Relicks of that Prostitute VVhy gawdy things that never had their name In Sacred Records our Profession shame Why are our Rites enammel'd with their gloss Why must our Gold be mingled with their dross Why farther Reformation is supprest T' uphold a Grandeur that 's Usurp'd at best Why doors and windows must be shut up quite To stop the radiance of its further Light And why must such as disallow those tricks Be branded
and haughty be May all be smitten with great fear And meet the like Catastrophe As those who lately in this Land Declar'd Their will should us command Let all men know The Power Divine Is absolute and that alone None ever 'gainst him did combine But they were surely overthrown 'T is He pulls down and sets up too And who dares say What dost thou do To the Discontented Subject COme Sir let us a while debate About great Brittains Present State What is it you would have Is 't Liberty as Englishmen Or had you rather be again A fetter'd Romish slave Are you so fond of Tyranny That you fain back again would fly To Egypts former fare Do you not know their Garlick's strong Their Flesh Pots have been poysoned long For shame come no more there Hath God Wrought wonders in our Land Ev'n by another Moses's hand And yet when all is done Will you to Egypt shew your love And slight the works of God above And back again be gone What Humour 's this of Discontent That such a King and Parliament You will not cleave unto By whom God hath such wonders done Who have such mighty hazards run To save the Land and you You lately seemed full of grief And greatly did desire relief And now 't is come will ye With sullen minds repine and say Things are not carried that same way Which we did hope to see Ah! be not like Haman of old Who though exalted yet b'ing told That Mâ—â—decai also â—s in the favour of the King â—id much sorrow to him bring Ah! no such hatred show â— those who have an equal right â— favour in their Princes sight And faithful Subjects are â—ho are Free-born as well as you â—hy may not they of Honour too Expect an equal share â— that which pleaseth all the Land â—ith your self Interest will not stand How can it helped be â—all England wholly be undone â—nd be by Popery over-run To humor such as ye â— do not shew your selves again Of the vile race of Cursed Cain Must Abel have no Friend But be observ'd with envious Eyes And by you made a Sacrifice Until the World shall end O be not guilty of such pride Not to be on your Soveraigns side Unless he please to show His indignation and suppress Those that love Truth and Righteousness And better are than you Can none be Loyal to the King But only those that roar and sing And drink his health each day Come don't mistake for certainly He shews the greatest Loyalty Who for him most doth Pray Let all good Protestants agree And live in love and unity For 't is the only thing That 's pleasing unto God above And will procure to us his Love And other blessings bring Since God designs good unto all VVhy should we on each other fall Or shew so ill a mind As by unjust and evil ways To hinder that by our delays VVhich good men long to find Shall any Christian be so vain To plead for Laws that do prophane The Holy Sacrament VVhich Christ did never institute Nor any ought to prostitute To such a low intent To that design and only end It was ordain'd let us attend Lest God offended be And bring his dreadful Judgments forth To cut us down in his great wrath For such iniquity It 's neither righteous just nor good And has too long already stood Oh! let it fall for ever The King will stronger be hereby His subjects serve him cheerfully And all cement together An Hymn of Praise INstead of Grief Joy now appears And scatter'd are our dismal fears The Northern Lyon's come See how our haughty Foes do cry And a◠〈◊〉 â—â—oks see how they fly 〈…〉 ir sad doom â—f men refuse and will not speak The Rocks and Stones will silence break For Heav'n and Earth resolve To Judge great Babels bloudy Whore And she ere long shall be no more Her power shall dissolve The Star we did expect t' appear â—s risen in our Hemisphere And warning gives to all Of wonders which will suddenly Amaze the World far off and nigh For Rome must surely fall Strange and amazing Tragedies Kept secret long from all mens Eyes To light will all now come Such Viilanies as were never known Which Devils are asham'd to own Yet acted were by Rome She that did say I sit a Queen And hop'd no sorrow to have seen Now strangely is brought under Which sure could never have been done By any hand but his alone Who is the God of wonder And he who hath such Marvels wrought And with just vengeence down hath brought Englands and Sions Foe Will greater things effect e're long And cause his Saints another Song To sing than now they do For there are none stand in his way But they must fall or him obey For God is risen up Those who have ruined good men Unless Repentance they obtain Must drink that very Cup For God a Righteous Judge will be For wicked men a scourge has he Let them be who they will He is a God that cannot lye And therefore will Impartially On all his Word fulfil Come therefore and loud praise proclaim Unto Jehovahs Glorious Name All you his People Dear Who long time have desir'd to see An end of Sions misery For her Salvation's near The Tryal and Condemnation of Mystery Babylon the Great Whore. BUT what approaches Heark Methinks I hear The Sound of dreadful Trumpets in mine ear To usher in Gods day of wrath and Ire On those who did against his Saints conspire The Great Assize that happy day is come To Judge and give the Whore her Fatal Doom She 's charg'd with Treason 'gainst Gods Holy Laws Impartial Justice now will try the Cause She 's seiz'd upon and in the Jaylors hand Who will produce her when he has command Jehovah bids that Babylon the Great Be forthwith brought before the Judgment Seat. Justice Most Sovereign Lord who is it dares gain say VVhat thou command'st I must and will obey Lo here I bring the Scarlet Strumpet forth 〈…〉 createdst Heaven and Earth Thy Judgment Seat she seems to slight and scorn Says â—he saâ— guiltless as the Child unborn Jehovah Her crimes lay open and her facts declare Turn up her â—â—irts and let her faults appear Let th' Universe by her indictment see The cause of my most Just severity Justice Dread Soveraign of the VVorld I will proceed And will her black â—ndictment loudly read Come forth great VVhore hear thy dismal charge VVâ—â—â—n sâ—alâ— by proofs be evidenc'd at large By th' name of Babylon thou art hither Cited And by the name of VVhore thou stand'â—t Indicted Thou void of Grace and Gods most holy Fear To Satans Machiâ—ations didst adhere VVith him to Plot against thy Soveraign Prince To whom thou oughtst to yield Preheminence In Ancient times he was thine only Spouse Our Holy Law no Bigamy allows Yet thou base him perfidiously forsook And to thy â—elf another Husband took And with
Engines of most horrid cruelty Tormenting them they rather chose to die The torturing Boot and burning Matches too They made these innocent Souls to undergo And after all were Sentenc'd unto death And villainously were depriv'd of Breath Some that were guiltless yet were Sentenced To lose their Ears and then be Banished And after this again Examin'd were Whether to their Opinions they adhere If so a second Sentence doth succeed And they are instantly condemn'd to bleed Thus multitudes of Men and Families Were ruined by such Barbarities Extravagant Fines and long Imprisonment And all the Hellish ways Rome can invent Were exercis'd severely on all those Who Popery and Slavery durst oppose Yea they not only took their Lives away But their good Name seek likewise to destroy By representing them as Mortal Foes T' th' King and that they did his Power oppose Thus was our Saviour dealt with by the Jews And thus did they his blest Apostles use Hoping that by their heaping infamy Upon good men they would obnoxious be Unto the Censure of the Mobile And by this their Infernal Policy Induce them all Religion to decry Especially if they be Men of Name As many were whom they sought to defame And hereby thought all Piety to root out Their vile Intrigues with ease to bring about For when Men all Religion do defie They 'll quickly suck in Rome's Idolatry Their wicked Laws good Men must not transgress Nay which is worse they force them to profess And to declare They just and righteous are And fit to be obey'd yea they must Swear They will defend them and that Power too That did Enact them which was hard to do There 's one thing more that 's grievous to relate Which shews their cruel and malicious hate That finding Legal Tryals 'gainst them slow And troublesome they grant a power to The rude ungovern'd Souldiers so that they Have pow'r to challenge and examine may Whom they think fit and Oaths likewise impose Scotland ne're saw such Justices as those Yea they commanded and enjoined were To put to death all such as would not Swear Yea if they would not answer the demands Of these loud wretches then into their hands They fell who most severely them did use The French Dragoons could them not worse abuse And in few weeks no less than Fifty dy'd Of those that their curst Tyranny decry'd No Judge these Martyr'd Christians did condemn Neither did any Jury pass on them The Souldiers without cause destroy'd them all Which doth aloud to Heav'n for vengeance call They kill and slay without respect to Age Or Sex to gratifie their brutish rage They raise an Army like to that in France Their Arbitrary Power to advance And the Intrigues of Rome to carry on And this for Scotland s sorrows makes me moan Poor men Free Quarters must provide or they Are plundered and all is swept away And many hundred sober Persons were Inhumanely destroy'd year after year No former Tyrant scarcely did invent More Tortures than good men there under-went VVhich they must suffer or must else defile Their Consciences with their Opinions vile It seem'd as if Inquisitors were come To Scotland now from Spain or else from Rome Ah! poor inslaved Land Ah! must thou be The Scene of Popish Pride and Cruelty Thy Magistrates are ravening VVolves become Of Esau's Race fit Instruments for Rome Thy Noble Patriots mourn thy Priests are sad Thy Kirk has lost that Glory which she had 'T is good for thee to weigh and lay to Heart What caus'd these woes under which thou dost smart Hast thou not been too hot and too severe And hence are forc'd such miseries now to bear Learn wisdom then and mild and gentle be Since God doth never love severity If ever he return to thee again Let not thy sharpness all thy glory stain Let such who can't unite and joyn with thee Have equal Love and Christian Liberty Or else at length a fiercer Storm may come Than what thou hast already had from Rome Farewel poor Scotland for I must be gone And now methinks I hear poor Ireland groan With a sad Heart I take my leave of thee And what is doing there resolve to see AH dismal sight What! all in Popish hands Not one good Protestant that here commands Must Wolves be Keepers of my harmless Sheep Take heed poor Souls take heed and do not sleep Ah! now I see what the King did intend Is this the love and kindness of a Friend Did he pretend all should have equal share Of Trust and Honour how does this appear Yet let their Honour go if that were all I should not care but when to mind I call The sad and dismal year of Forty One And what by Irish Papists then was done I cannot think my Children safe to be Whilst only such are in Authority Is 't fit such bloody Butchers should bear sway Whose Hearts were never changed to this day Here 's not a Constable ev'n so mean a place But what is of the Irish Popish Race I fear dear Children if God don't appear Your utter ruin now approaches near I cannot but lament when I behold These hungry Lions compassing my Fold If Heav'n don't them deter and soon prevent You will ere long be all in pieces rent But yet cheer up I long expected have The Lion of the North will come to save Both me and mine and will great Wonders do Protecting of these Lands from overthrow The Chicken of the Eagle will appear And vanquish all my Foes both far and near When you of him have Tidings weep no more For your Redemption then is at the door I can't stay longer here my Eye doth glance To pity my poor Children too in France But should I dive into their State I fear I should want strength their miseries to bear BUT other grounds of grief are in mine Eye ' Which cause my sorrows to advance so high ' That my o're-burthen'd Heart can scarce express ' The nature of my inward heaviness Sion's Friend Sion thy sad and bitter lamentation Does move my very Heart unto compassion But say what cause does aggravate your fears And thus provokes to further cries and tears Sion Oh if my Head were waters and each Eye A Springing Fountain I could drein 'em dry I 'm steep'd in brackish Floods nay almost drown'd To see how Sin does ev'ry where abound This was my cry and moan Eight years ago And worse since that I find these evils grow therefore must repeat them o're again For these alas do England's Glory stain And bring reproach likewise on my blest name The grief of Heaven and my Childrens shame ` Where-e re I am I nought can see or hear But that which doth my Soul in pieces tear It breaks my Heart that England thus should be A Scene for th' Actors of Debauchery What perpetrations of the blackest Crimes Appear not bare-fac'd in our present times Though God incens'd has fearful Judgments
adore The hateful carcass of a filthy Whore Must all that execrate Romes Superstition Be Murder'd by a bloudy Inquisition Must such as won't to Idols bow be broke Must flaming Smithfield belch out Fire and Smoke Of Martyr'd Saints Must all that will not turn VVith Bibles and good Books together burn Must Monkish Tories meer incarnate Devils Possess our Land and pester it with Evils Of such an odious and abhorred grain That but to name 'em is a lasting stain Must our Renowned Ministers give place To Romish Block-heads Oh the vile disgrace Of such a change Must an adulterous Priest Belch our his Mass where they have preached Christ. Must that absur'd and irreligious Tribe VVho fetter conscience and regard a bribe Beyond their Souls be leaders to our Flocks Must Paultry non-sence and those Apish Mocks Miscall'd devotion fill the house of prayer Must Pestilence infect our purer Air Must Sodom be translated to our Isle And filthy Priests our chastity defile Must Satans factors in a humane Shape On modest Virgins perpetrate a Rape Must all our painful Ministers be driven To Fiery Stakes if they renounce not heaven Must our dear Infants lose their harmless lives In flaming Faggots or with Popish Knives Must guiltless blood through all our Streets rebound A mournful Eccho Must the horrid sound Of Axes Whips and dreadful Scourges tear Our aking hearts and pierce the yielding Air All this will be if Rome can but prevail Amazement stops my Speech My Spirits fail I only can in interjections cry I sink in trances O I dye I dye Sions Children Ah! How can we with any patience bear This sad Complaint Ah! How can Children hear Their Mother delug'd in a Sea of grief And not step in to give her some relief Chear up Illustrious Sion be not cast Into despair by this impending blast Christ is our Captain and we may be bold For in all Storms he is our Anchor hold But what 's that Beast where of thou dost complain From whence came he And of what date 's his Reign Give us his marks that we thereby may know him And then abate his pride and overthrow him With Universal and United force Our Armed Legions shall impede his course I' th' cause of God who does all Scepters weild We 'l fight his battels and dispute i' th' Field In Martial Syllogisms our Arms shall speak We 'l storm his Walls and make his Butwarks quake Revenge and Anger in our bosom burns Patience too much provoke to fury turns Sion See! That 's the Beast upon whose back the great Iaticing Strumpet rides in pomp and State By him she was supported all along By his Impostures she was rendred strong He 's not content to be Supream below And make all Scepters to his Crozier bow But th' Impious wretch is grown so bold that ev'n He dares affront the Majesty of Heav'n VVhat God Commands this Antichrist controuls Condemns the Sav'd and saves Condemned Souls Himself he places in jehovahs Throne As Principal and Second unto none A brace of Keys he carries in his hand To shut and open at his own Command He curses and absolves He binds releases Puts down advances whom so e're he pleases This is th' Apocalyptick Beast that claims Sublimest Titles and Blasphemous names VVith matchless Pride and monstrous Impudence He does for money with Gods Laws dispence Yea such is his unheard of avarice Upon the worst of crimes he set a price Sion's Children These Marks are so notorious that we can Clearly discern the Pope of Rome's the Man This raging Monster and this Beast of prey Shall we arise and take his strength away That hath so long time tyrannized thus With Hellish fury over thee and us Self preservation is by every creature Esteemed a Sacred Principle in Nature Each Free-born Soul must at those Tyrants spurn That would infect their Souls Their bodies burn Why should this Beast still rage and domineer As he hath done without controul or fear Sion Gods time is best and in due season he Will bring this Beast to his Catastrophe He sits in Heav'n and there beholds with scorn This Rebels Pride His glorious Son that 's born Heir of the World and Prince of Kingdoms too Shall surely reign because it is his due For all to him the Soveraign Rule must yield His is the Crown He shall the Scepter weild To Jesus all shall bow He shall be King And to poor Sion shall Redemption bring Forty two months unto this Beast is given So long shall he tread down the Host of Heav'n And now I hope the end thereof draws nigh And that some will be spirited from on high Who in the Great Jehovahs name shall sound Such an Alarm as shall his power confound Another Enemy his Confederate There is likewise that my forlorn Estate Hath much occasion'd and of whom before I made complaint The proud insulting Whore Who with lascivious looks and wanton eyes Incites to Lust and all Debaucheries By her provoking and bewitching charms Grandees she doth intice into her arms Corrupting Princes by her incantations And ruining the Nobles of the Nations Great God! Assist me lest my Spirits fail That I the State of Monarchs may bewail Who to her Yoke yield their Illustrious necks And move like Vassals at her haughty becks Ah! they that should my nursing Fathers be Are Executioners of her Cruelty And by her influence the Civil Power Is made a dreadful Engine to devour The Saints of God and kick at their Creator But let them know the Soveraign Arbitrator Of all their destinies is Great and Just And can at pleasure crumble them to dust Thus hath she made the Greatest Kings and Peers Submit to her Dominion many years Exhaust their treasures ruinate their fame And at the last gain nought but loss and shame For by ingaging in her Hellish Plots They to their names have gain'd Eternal Blots Nay of their Kingdoms some depriv'd have been As it in divers Nations has been seen Impudent Strumpet Whose curst wiles defile Mens Consciences and do their Souls beguile And when involved in the deepest guilt She then pretends to wash away the filth By impious Pardons Yea to such a height Of folly does bewitch them that the sight Of Death approaching won't make them confess Apparent guilt and horrid wickedness And by her Arts when they are parting hence Their Fronts Steels with such hardned impudence That though brought to a most deserved death With lies and falshoods they resign their breath Her Agents buzzing in their doubting ears False hopes whereby they may forget their fears Who like ill Angels round about them hover Doubting they should their Villanies discover VVhen some are stretcht upon the fatal block And Justice ready to discharge the stroke Such is the strength of her inebriation That they Oh! horrible on their Salvation Protest they 're innocent when all the while No Treason ever did appear more vile Than that for which Impartial Justice
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.