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
sent To humble men and move them to repent Yet they proceed in foul impenitence And aggravate their horrid insolence Seeming to bid defiance unto Heaven Scorning to take the dreadful warnings given ' The sweeping Plague that Messenger of wrath ' In such as scap'd smâ—ll Reformation hath ' Produc'd nor has the desolating Fire ' A perfect token of Gods flaming Ire ' Burnt up the Cities Pride 't was great before ' And now it seems to multiply much more ' Fantastick Garbs and Antick Modes declare ' How much from Pride their Souls reformed are ' Should any Women have such Children Born ' With such Attire as on their Heads are worn ' Would it not them affright and terrifie ' God may do so it you don 't speedily ' Reform your Lives and cast your Fashions off ' Which make ill men at you revile and scoff ' Though Want though Poverty and loss of Trade ' Do many Men and Families invade ' Yet do they vaunt in Pride and Luxury ' As they had Mines of Treasure lying by ' Some know not what to eat nor how to go ' Yet on the Poor will no compassion show ' Whose unregarded cries unheeded moans ' Whose unreliev'd distress unpity'd groans ' Can scarce extort a Mite such do not grudge 'To purchase Hell at dearest rates and drudge 'To please their brutish Lusts who void of measure ' Consume Estates to wantonize in pleasure ' Tumbling in Riot as proud Dives sate ' Whilst Lazarus lies starving at the Gate A Complaint against Oaths VOlleys of Oaths with horrid Blasphemy And dreadful Cursings in mine Ears do cry Mark but our impious Gallants when they meet Observe the Mode how they each other greet What new coin'd Oaths what modish Execrations What Damning Sinking horrid Imprecations Do they disgorge the Serpents flery hiss That belches Sulphur from the black Abyss Can scarce out-do this Ranting Tribe who count The Man Genteel that is most Paramount In wickedness he that Blasphemes aloud Christ's Blood and Wounds a Courtier 's Alamode How can th' abused Earth but gape again To swallow quick vile wretches so prophane How can Heavens great Artillery so long Forbear the Treasons of a Mortal Tongue Jehovah's Attributes so vilely us'd His Sacred Essence and his Name abus'd Fresh Blasphemies they mint new Curses frame And sins that never had before a name Graduates in Courtship are preferr'd who 'ave made Most quick proficience in the Hellish Trade That Rant and Roar Revel and Domineer As if nor God nor Devil they did fear Approaching dangers can't disturb their pleasure But still they sin until they fill their measure Judgments deferr'd in evil makes them bold Despising such by whom they are controul'd As if th' avenging hand their Lives did spare Thus to provoke him without dread or fear But poor Blasphemer though thou art past by 'T is not t'indulge thee in iniquity Think'st thou the God of purity does like Such ways because he yet forbears to strike Dost think a gloomy interposing Cloud From Gods All-searching Eye can be thy shroud Or that because he is inthron'd on high Thy deeds of darkness he cannot espy Or since his Judgments are so long delay'd Wilt thou proceed and be no whit afraid Wilt thou his patience without end abuse Slight true Repentance and his Grace refuse If so thy Judgment hastens for a Rod Will quickly reach thee from an angry God Because of Oaths the Land does greatly mourn For which my Soul much inward grief has born A Complaint against Drunkenness DOst thou not see how filthy Drunkenness Does reign in City and in Villages Some reel and wallow in the Streets like Swine Whilst others boast their strength in drinking Wine Although to such God doth denounce a curse They mind it not but still grow worse and worse Dread not Examples of Gods wrath at all Nor what to Drunkards does so oft befal Although Gods Word has fearful warnings given That Drunkards never shall inherit Heaven But that their Lot shall with damn'd Spirits be In Chains of darkness to Eternity They Drink Carouse and waste their jolly Breath Upon the brink of Everlasting death What-e're ensues they are resolv'd they will Carouse full Goblets and be filthy still Thus men by Pride by Oaths by Worldliness By daily swallowing Liquor to Excess Defile the Land and do the Lord provoke To cause his vengeance on the Land to smoke Sin sets the door wide open and makes way For all the sorrows of th' approaching day These are in part the cause of Englands woe And will if Grace prevents not it undo But there are other heinous Sins behind Which pierce my Bowels and perplex my Mind A Complaint against Whoredom and Adultery DID filthy Lust and Whoredom ever rage With more success than in the present Age Abominations of so vile a name That their bare mention is indeed a shame What Sin more hateful in Jehovah's Eye Than this of Whoredom and Adultery 'T is rank'd as chief and marches in the Van Of all the gross Debaucheries of Man In those black Muster-Rolls God does Record Of grand offences in his holy Word What more affronts the second Table or Provokes the Lord No fitter Metaphor Could be produc'd t' express Idolatry Than that abhorred name Adultery Besides the terrors of Gods fiery wrath Which judges such to Everlasting death On Earth amongst all sober men they gain So vile a blot so infamous a stain That all the waters in the Sea can never VVipe off nor can it be forgot for ever The loud Embraces of Lascivious Dames VVill rot their Bones breed Cankers in their names Beget consumption in Estate and Purse Produce destruction and a certain curse The common ends that such arrive unto Are foul Diseases Beggery and VVoe They 're sottish Fools says wise Demosthenes That buy Repentance at such rates as these VVho Sâ—n to please an Enemy that strives To damn their Souls and rob them of their Lives God in his Sacred Ordinances hath Appointed such to an immediate Death VVould mâ—n but judge it as their greatest Foe They'd never love nor hug it as they do Each Sex is bad but VVomen seem to be The very Brokers of Immodesty Which makes that passage to be born in mind A Wise and vertuous Woman who can find Your City Dames and Ladies are on Fire With wanton Passion and unchast Desire Providing Meats on purpose to inflame Their pamper'd Gallants to their wonted shame Bare Breasts and naked Necks a Harlots Dress Are strong Temptations unto wickedness All other Sins th' Apostle does declare Which men commit without the Body are But this abominable Act alone Against his Body by a man is done Marriage to all the undefiled Bed Is honourable he that will may Wed But Whoremongers God judges and they shall Be cast into the Lake both great and small The Wiseman calls th' Adulterer a Fool And well he may for he destroys his Soul.
But save their Husbands lives for Jesus sake â—t being plain most of those who were there Designed well though taken in a snare But with what rage did he upon them fall Swearing He 'd make examples of 'um all Cry'd On that Sign-pâ—st take and hang them up The Rogues shall all taste of this bitter Cup Whereby this bloody Wretch destroyed more In a few Weeks than Bonner did before In full three years many as faithful men As suffered by Popish fury then He hang'd 'um up by two by three by seven Whose Blood aloud for vengeance cries to Heav'n Their Bodies likewise cut to pieces were Their Quarters hang'd o' th' Hedges here and there Their Flesh was given to be Meat for Crows And all because they Antichrist oppose And were resolv'd never to bend the Knee To Images nor turn to Popery Nor ever Slaves or Vassals to become Unto the Pope and Scarlet Whore of Rome Whom Christ commands his Saints so to reward As she has done to them in 's Holy Word Their ends were right but they mistook their call And therefore God did suffer them to fall They did disdain those Yokes with generous scorn Which were by other servile Spirits born ' They saw the threatning Storm approach from far ' Fearing a thousand mischiefs worse than War ' And therefore rushing on th' impetuous waves ' Would rather die like Men than live like Slaves 'To save Me and the Land they bravely try'd ' Fail'd in th' attempt and then as bravely dy'd ' In vain would envious Clouds their Fame obscure ' Which to Eternal Ages shall endure ' If ill designs some to the Battel drew ' Must all be scandalized for a few ' If fawning Traytors in their Councils sate ' 'T is base to mock rather lament their Fate ' Though Heav'n for England's Sins refuse to bless ' Their great Design with the desir'd success ' 'T is an unequal brutish Argument ' Always to judge the cause by the event ' Thus the unthinking giddy multitude ' An Innocent may Criminal conclude But woe to those who in cold Blood did kill And thereby did their own revenge fulfil The High-ways like a Slaughter-house became Or bloody Shambles to their Enemies shame What multitudes of men did they destroy And hang on Trees which did so much annoy The People round about it made them cry O Lord defend us from Rome ' s cruelty But this Relation gives me little ease I must some other way seek to appease My overflowing Passion therefore I Some of those Hero's Names cannot pass by Until I drop some tears upon their Hearse That the next Age may mourn for them in Verse Brave Colonel Holmes Wise Valiant and Sincere Who didst to Sion true affection bear Thy worthy Name shall not forgotten be But shall recorded be in History To after Ages nor can thy Arrears Be duly paid without a Flood of tears Great Soul thy Life thou seemedst to despise Rather than ask it of thine Enemies Much less didst thou in any sort incline Others to charge to save that Life of thine How didst thou grieve and publickly bewail Thy undertaking should so strangely fail But yet Prophetically didst Divine It would revive again in little time Though by what means it brought about should be It was impossible thou couldst then fore-see And thy Prediction now is come to pass Though by thy Foes it then contemned was And now the sad Spectators wondring saw The Horses long refuse the Sledge to draw The poor dumb Beasts by Heavens Instinct are Made sharp Reprovers whilst the lash they bear And seem to say These men are innocent They must not die God will not give consent And therefore he doth strangely us restrain From drawing them though lasht and lasht again What other voice there was I cannot see In this amazing wondrous Prodigy Yet all these warnings from the Foe are hid For dye they must and dye they also did Although on foot to slaughter they must drudge To gratifie a most Tyrannical Judge Nor did the Gallant Father fall alone He in the Cause lost a Religious Son. Poor Captain Holmes few young men like to thee Did hazard all to set their Countrey free From Rome's curst Yoke and cruel Slavery The next Great Worthy 'mongst the vanquisht Host Which in that hour of darkness I have lost A Preacher was indu'd with Holy Art Who did dissolve the Stone in many a Heart His name was Lark O come my Children now Pay him those tears which he laid out for you Ah! must he fall by Fate Ah! must he yield His Life up too but why not in the Field Must Sampson fall by the Philistines hand Who from their Bondage strove to save the Land Well! by thy death thou hast prevailed so Thou hastenedst their utter overthrow And yet I cannot but lament to think Of what a bitter Cup thy Flock do drink My loss of thee is more than loss of Ten Though they might be sober Religious men When Death thus with his hands lays hold upon The Pillars of the House the Building 's gone Unless God in his Mercy instantly Raise others up their places to supply But Ah! how many dye how few appear Them to succeed and their great weight to bear In Jesus Christ's own Harvest in this Nation which now seems white there 's cause of Lamentation A Chariot and an Horseman I have lost But he 's above incampt i' th' Heavenly Host. Have you not seen an early rising Lark Mounting aloft making the Sun her mark Lo here 's a Lark that soar'd up higher higher Till he had sung himself into Heav'ns Quire. From Earth to Heaven he went and in a trice His Soul ascended into Paradice Now stop mine Eyes for fear your Floods should fail And I want tears for all I must bewail But yet I need not doubt Springs I espy Yea Fountains which will give a fresh supply For two young Plants who both sprang from one Stem Belov'd of God I hope as well as men Dear Hewlins of what use might you have been If you to spare th' Almighty good had seen What cruel Tyrants had we lately here That two such tender Branches would not spare But when I think of Grace that they had store And with what patience they their Sufferings bore It gives such comfort I can weep no more What Testimony did they leave behind Of that sweet joy which they in Christ did find When wicked men all pity do deny Our Saviour to compassion's moâ—'d thereby And doubtless they are plac't in that High Sphere Where th' Spirits of Just Men Triumphant are Ah me Alas what means this Sea of Blood Oh! See see see it breaks forth like a Flood Must Walcot Bateman Ayliff Ansly too Be all forgot are no sighs to them due No no that must not be I 'm drencht in tears To hear this cry of Blood sound in mine Ears But lo another Stream issues amain My sinking
The total of his days His All-seeing Eye Though his own could not saw that he should dye That very fatal hour yet saw his death Not so so necessary but his Breath Might have been spared to a longer date Had he imbraced this not taken that Had not a furious Judge condemned thee Void of all pity and humanity Thou might'st have liv'd and seen with joyful Eyes That done for which thou fell'st a Sacrifice Yet that God orders all things right w' are sure The Death of some may Life to more procure But here 's just cause of further Lamentation For one we scarce can equal in the Nation A worthy Preacher who could not comply With what his Conscience could not justifie But hark how th' Enemy doth scoff and jear That a Dissenter's taken in the snare A better Sacrifice there could not come To please the Canibals of Bloody Rome Who do believe there is no Dish so good As a John Baptist's Head serv'd up in Blood. But he 's a Rebel Ay! that that 's the cry Now as to that let 's weigh impartially His dying words now printed which relate He did believe Monmouth Legitimate Or Lawful Son of Charles or else that he Would ne're have acted in the least degree In that design and we may likewise find The rest in general were of that mind And though they were mistaken let 's take care Not to asperse what dying men declare But sober thoughts of them still to retain And not with Obloquy their Memory stain But lo a multitude of Sufferers more Whose Blood for vengeance cries stand at the door Open to them my Muse Ah! do but see What a great number of them still there be Now they are come 't is fit I first make room For the most gallant generous Battiscombe A worthy Person of a great Estate Although he was cut off by cruel Fate The wretched Judge allur'd him to accuse Some other Gentlemen which he did refuse VVith scorn for he abhorr'd his Life to buy By such base and unmanly treachery VVen he o' th' Ladder was he seemed to smile Saying He hoped in a little while He should enjoy a Crown and Diadem Of Glory in the New Jerusalem That from a Land of misery and woe To the Coelestial Paradice he should go Hamling fell too nor was his Innocence Before so vile a Judge the least defence Against the Crimes wherewith they charged him Though altogether free from any Crime VVho neither was in Arms nor did assist Any that were nor any who did List Themselves for Monmouth nay he did advise His Son not to ingage but to be wise And unto Gods dispose leave every thing VVho in due Season would Deliverance bring But he was a Dissenter and for this He must not live for he accused is By two such Rascals as did never care VVhether 't were truth or falshood they did Swear But with the Judges humour would comply And by such Evidence this man must die Next Mr. Brag a Man of good Descent And well known to be wholly innocent VVho though a Lawyer yet no Law could have VVhereby his Life from violence to save When Law and Justice both o're-ruled were And Judge and Jury too resolv'd to steer By the false Compass of the Princes will In vain was the most Learned Lawyers skill None were secure neither the weak nor strong Will was made Law whether 't were right or wrong The Land-mark was remov'd all Common laid And all our English Liberties betray'd But time will fail me therefore I 'll proceed And not forget Smith Rose and Joseph Speed And Evans too shall such a man as he Fall basely and not draw a tear from me Then Madder Kid young Jenkins too all bled Who for his Youth ought to be pitied With Doctor Temple Spark and Captain Lisle Kill'd in cold Blood their malice was so vile And many hundred others who there fell So barbarously there 's scarce a Parallel Of Stirs that were in any former Reign Where so much cruelty was and leaves a stain Upon that time will ne're be wip't away Until the World and all things else decay But notwithstanding so much Blood was shed Some hundreds of poor Souls were banished Bereaved of their VVives and Children dear And into Forreign Countreys driven were And there exposed to all misery And the severities of Slavery The Husband separated from the VVife Depriv'd of all the joys of humane Life Their Goods and their Estates all forfeited And nothing left wherewith to buy them Bread. But should I all their miseries recount They to a mighty number would amount Yet now Great Nassaw's setled on the Throne VVe do not doubt but he 'll regard their moan That on their sorrows he will cast his Eyes And of his Princely goodness ease their cries But stay my Muse for here 's more cause of grief And I have still more cause of Heav'ns relief For now alas two Martyrs I espy On whom were acted a sad Tragedy The one a Person of great worth and name A Citizen of London of much Fame VVho by Time serving wretches that would do VVhat e're might please the Factious Romish Crew VVas doom'd to death by villanous Evidence Though for himself he made a just defence Alderman Cornish was this worthy man That thus unjustly suffered Who now can Forbear to weep or can forbear to tell VVhat to a pious woman then befel Poor Mistress Gaunt most dear thou wast to me Few of thy Sex ever excelled thee â—â— Zeal in Knowledge or in Charity VVho wast condemn'd a cruel death to die Cause thou relievedst men in misery These two I must bewail who in one day By Romish Treachery were swept away 'Gainst whom these Miscreants malice did appear ' Though altogether innocent and clear As doubtless we shall find apparently VVhen their Case stated is impartially As to the woman 't will be shewed ere long That many ways she suffered much wrong VVho by a Jury at Hâ—â—ks-Hall was freed Yet at th' Old-Bailey 'gainst her they proceed A London Jury took her Life away VVhich they may answer for another day On the same day these worthy Christians fell Most of us may remember very well That Gods displeasure ere that day was done Seem'd very evident to every one That his works doth observe and mind his hand In his strange operations in the Land. O come ye Angels lend your glorious Stile Created Beings to lament a while Ye blessed Hosts that sing Jehovah's praise Assist my Muse in lamentable Phrase For now the City Streets ev'n run with Blood Of those Just men who only sought our good Ah! London let all future Ages see Thy grief that Cornish lost his Life in thee Could not their burning thee abate their rage Nor their inslaving thee their wrath asswage Could not Great Russel's death them mollifie Nor Essex's murder stop their cruelty VVould not th' inthralling of Great Brittain do Religion and Liberty to o'rethrow Hast thou not
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
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
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
And with thy Children in sweet consort sing Triumphant Hallelujahs to your King. Sion Thy voice is to my ravisht Soul so sweet I am reviv'd and set upon my feet I 'll speak thy Praise in Songs because I see That Glory near which thou hast promis'd me And now Great Babylon who art my Foe My time 's at hand and thou shalt quickly know My God has not forsaken me for now He will advance me and make thee to bow â—hen shalt thou hide for shame thy wretched head Whilst I in triumph will upon thee tread â—â—cause thou upon me so long hast trod 〈◊〉 in contempt hast said Where is that God 〈◊〉 therefore will rightly retaliate â—nd bring just vengeance on thy cursed pate The Insolent Triumph of the Romish Strumpet over the Protestant Church VVHy do these Hereticks so brisk appear And their false Church such jollity declare â—â—r silly Souls 'T is now but Eighty seven â—nd soon you 'll find I with you will be ev'n â— smile to think how much thou art mistaken 'T is I am mounted high Thou art forsaken â—ure thou are frantick and thy senses fail To think that over me thou canst prevail â— final Conquest I shall make o're thee â—nd swift destruction shall thy portion be 〈◊〉 all my wounds I now have got a cure â—nd from your fiery darts I am secure â—ow am raised to the height of bliss â—nd all my Glory in its Zenith is â— am a Queen and so shall still remain â—nd as Supream I o're the Earth will reign â— Pomp and Glory I must govern all The Mightiest Monarchs me their Mistriss call How can I fall when such a Holy prop â—oes me support as My Lord God the Pope The Great men of the Earth his Vassals are VVho sits in grandeur in St. Peters Chair The Glorious Empire of the VVorld he hath And he retains the keys of Heaven and Death Think not that he regards the little tricks Of the weak ignorant and damn'd Hereticks Alas He can make use when e're he please Of Peters Sword as well as Peters Keys He 'l make his Canons roar louder than Guns To ruin those thou call'st Thy Protestant Son's If once his roaring Bulls give the Alarm He 'l make all Christendom forthwith to arm Themselves in my defence who soon will work Thy overthrow Alas didst thou not lurk Hundreds of years in holes where none could see Or understand what was become of thee He that then broke thy feeble force asunder Has still sufficient strength to hold thee under And in such strict Subjection thee will keep That thou e're long shalt not even dare to peep Am I not arm'd with the Stupendious power Of all the Earth Can't I with ease devour Thy whole Concernments at one single mess Have not Skilful Cooks such meals to dress 〈…〉 Imperial and the Royal Sword 〈…〉 to be brandish't at my word Great Britains King and Catholick Nobles will My Interest to promote use all their Skill Oh! happy hour Oh long desired day Great James doth now the Royal Scepter sway Ah! VVhat a night of darkness has been here On me and mine when nothing did appear But black despair until this happy Reign And dost thou think e're to prevail again Is not the Soveraign Power in my hand I 'll make thee now submit to my command The Sacred Sword is once more giv'n to me And all shall now obey the Holy See. Heav'n has beheld my sorrows and therefore In favour me hath visited once more Nor can I now miscarry For you see How wise our King and 's Secret Council be VVhat e're you hope 't is certain I can't fail VVhen over Crowned Heads I thus prevail VVhen Reverend Jesuits sit at the Helm They 'll quickly raise up my Jerusalem The former Governments for many years Ruin'd the Monarchy and increast my fears The Old Foundations we will raze up quite And new ones raise either by force or right Impudent Varlets question Royal pleasure Though from the Power Divine he takes his measure VVhy may not Gods Vicegerent justly claim The same Dominion And why not aim At such an absolute Soveraignty that none Shall contradict whatever he 'll have done If th' People rule what use is there of Kings VVhen Subjects may at pleasure clip their wings This with my Doctrine never will agree VVhere Will is Law there 's the best Monarchy This is the Government I approve of too 'T will strengthen me and work thy overthrow A Parliament shall do what er'e they please That so disturbed minds we may appease But if they fail We have already seen That none of them for many years have been Fit to be trusted And their name I hate For they Eclipse the glory of the State They make the Crown seem but an Airy thing As good be nothing as not Absolute King. Why may not Kings be as they were of old Why should they be in any thing controul'd I 'le have it here e're long as 't is in France 'T is only that my Glory will advance I now perceive what made us lose the Game It was our slow proceedings caus'd the same Our timorous Spirits But to my Joy I know We now have one who fast enough will go Delays are dangerous The Sword is ours By Law declar'd what need we other powers We may be counted Fools indeed or worse If we can't make the Sword command the Purse And though the Nation be inslav'd thereby Who shall contend with Just Authority For Monarchy is so Divine a thing None dares gainsay what e're 's done by the King. He surely is accountable to none But God alone who set him on the Throne Your Protestants will to Providence impute Their thraldom and will presently grow mute For they poor pious Fools think the Decree Of Heav'n falls on them though from Hell it be And when their Reason is abus'd by it Religion then will teach them to submit For Non-resistance is a truth so clear Your Reverend Church-men preach it every where And well they may Does not the Apostle Paul Declare what doom will on Resisters fall For all who do resist Authority Are doubtless damn'd to all Eternity But seeing Tyranny does so odious look To catch you Hereticks we must hide the hook And of your Burdens give you present ease That afterward we may do what we please For since the Nation is returned back Dear Mother Church will never see them lack Money nor Men so that they all shall see My Purse as open as my arms now be Besides Great Sums the Catholicks in France Have offered my Interest to advance Lewis the Great vast Treasures will bestow If he thereby can work your overthrow The Pope will likewise drein his Treasures dry Before he 'l lose this opportunity You to depress and me to set on high No Aid from Parliaments we need to crave Without Demand money enough we have And thus the Commons we shall gratify By taking off the
things effect ere he has done I intermissions have now ease then pain Sometimes I soar aloft then down again Having thus spoke she bow'd and with her tears Bedew'd the parched Earth when straight appears A comforter by pittying Heav'n then sent To raise her drooping Spirits almost spent And his approach unto her having made In most obliging terms thus to her said Distressed Church I fully know thy grief And as thou hast received some relief So God will hear thy sighs and fervent Pray'rs And suddenly will wipe away all tears From thy wet Eyes and all thy griefs expell And in sweet peace and safety thou shalt dwell My Grand Design I 've publickly made known Each part whereof in time thou shalt see done Wait but with patience I for Englands good Think nought too much No not my dearest blood I equally my favour will extend To all whose Faithfulness shall them commend Unto my service and appear to be Lovers of Englands Ancient Liberty All Protestants I jointly will respect And equally my People will protect But yet the best deserving Men I will Imploy and chiefly them incourage still My subjects Hearts I would unite together That nothing might divide them more for ever I none but treacherous Papists will disown Or such as are sowrn Enemies to my Crown To such they must expect I shall appear As Justice leads me to it most severe The Good and Virtuous I shall always cherish That Truth and Goodness in my reign may flourish My coming was design'd to cover all That Persecution upon none should fall In these poor Kingdoms But that now at last Forgetting all the mischiefs which are past Whereby ill men contriv'd to bring about their Plots and root the true Religion out Not only here but likewise in each Land Where it establisht is by Christs right hand I now resolve if God will prosper me All Protestants shall safe and happy be And live in perfect Love and Unity Protestant Church GReat Sir your Speeches to your Parliament Sufficiently discover your intent Yea they revive our Souls neither do we See cause to doubt of your Integrity But hope that God who such great things hath wrought And by your hand this strange Deliverance brought Will so endear you to the hearts of all True Englishmen especially those that call Sincerely upon Heaven That they may cry With Pray'rs and Tears for you continually And never to the Throne of Grace draw near But you upon their tender Hearts may bear Your last most gracious offer That you 'l ease Your Subjects of so great a Tax doth please And them obliges to that high degree They all will strive who shall most Loyal be Your Justice in asserting each mans right To worship God according to that Light He hath receiv'd will multitudes procure To own your Interest and your Rights secure For who will not to Caesars Cause be true When Caesar unto God doth give his due And the Almighty's Government will maintain Who over Conscience is sole Soveraign If any do the Civil State disturb On such you justly ought to put a curb But if like Men and Christians they do live Doubtless just Liberty to them you 'l give Nor will our Parliament this Right deny Whose Protestant zeal hath rais'd their Fame so high For you we ought to praise the God of Heaven Who by your means such blessings hath us given When all our Liberties were near infring'd And Englands Fundamental Laws unhing'd When all things both in Church and State did run To ruin and we judg'd our selves undone You under God have now restor'd our Laws And likewise have defended Sions Cause The Mighty God Dread Prince chose you to be Our only help in great extremity With double blessings may you both be Crown'd Who in compassion to us did abound My Children resolve unanimously With you to stand and fall To'live and dye With hazard of your life their Chains you broke And off their necks remov'd the Romish Yoke With vast expence you this great act have done And of your Person have much danger run Shall I not then with all my Children cry We with our King and Queen will live and die Our lives we under God to you do owe And therefore whatsoever we can do Can 't be too much And in a grateful way We ought to strive your goodness to repay We find our rising proves our Enemies fall Where are they now that did us then inthrall They dig'd a Pit and in it fallen are Yea wonderfully catcht in their own snare This is Gods doing and is marvellous Even to our Enemies as well as us And therefore now my self I must address Unto the God of Truth and Righteousness I 'le lift my Soul to him in Thanks and Praise And ne're forget his Wonders in these days The Churches Song of Praise and Thanksgiving to God for her late Gracious deliverance OH matchless Grace Oh Love beyond degree Now I am certain there is none like thee In Heav'n or Earth I will Praise thee therefore For thou a Salve hast now found for my sore Transported by thy Love with Joy I cry My ravisht Spirit must exalt the High And Mighty God by whose unbounded grace My heart 's enlarg'd to run the blessed race Thou shalt conduct me to the Living Springs From thence I 'le rise up as with Eagles Wings Unto that heavenly Mount of Faiths desire Where thy Transcendent Glory I 'll admire And in those happy Seats of Bliss above I 'l be imbraced in thy Arms of Love. I 'l hold thee fast and never let thee go For by thy loss Oh what a depth of woe Did I fall into What a dreadful case Was I in when thou Lord didst hide thy face If I have thee I nothing else need trave Without thee if all else I nothing have Nothing without thee is of worth to me All things are vanity compar'd to thee To be thy Portion Lord thou didst me chuse And sure so great a grace I 'll ne're refuse Thou art my Saviour and my Heritage My Sanctuary too from Age to Age I therefore evermore will dwell with thee And thou alone my hiding place shalt be When I was fal'n thou raisedst me on High For which thy blessed name I 'll magnify Thou didst in mercy look on my distress When I Lord was in woful heaviness Beset with cruel Foes and could not sâ—â— The many dangers that incompast me Thou didst observe my ruin very near And thou didst suddenly for me appear Didst send thy Servant speedily away To save me from the ravenous Beasts of Prey Thou like a tender Father couldst not see Thy Children fail by Romish Cruelty Thy special favours may I ne're forget Let them with Power on my heart be set Ah! how unworthy was this sinful Land For whom thou didst stretch forth thy mighty hand To save and help them in that dreadful hour When all their hope was lost and all their power Though thy