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A64550	A propheticall love-song by one of the sons of Zion, in the dayes of his youth, in his travel towards the holy land through the wilderness. Being a certain true testimony by an infallible spirit of prophesie, of what should befall him in his safe arrival there, with the certainty of that and his portion then. In which is intermingled the miserable estate of all the gentiles, the wicked world, the backsliding house of Israel, the Jews called by the name of Quakers, as it was given forth about the beginning of the a month, 1661. With several other things since, and some before, as at the beginning of each is expressed. And now published in its season, by John Thomas.	Thomas, John, rhymester.	1661 (1661)	Wing T966; ESTC R219262	10,151	21

never feed on bread Thy greedy eye with greedinesse shall feed On every thing that makes thy heart to bleed Repent therefore or take this dismal doom When 't is too late Repentance hath no room Rowse up Rowse up unfold thy slothful hands Down with thy building that 's built on the sands Build on the Rock before the tempest rise And all the storms fall on thee from the skies Remember man who art but earth and clay That God is just and justly will repay The slothful sluggard that will take no pains To get a living for the greatest gains The diligent shall sure regarded be And all his work go on most prosperously He maketh rich and hath its corn in store To feed his house when others hunger sore Oh blessed seed this is thy nature right The day to care and rest thee in the night Thou art not slow nor slothful in thy way But labouring hard all hours in the day Thy store thy stock is great in all that 's meet And of thy pains thou reapest what is sweet Thou hast thy living by the sweat of brow Thy cares are great well though it be so now Thou shalt have ease thou shalt have rest be sure Thy faithful God will undertake to cure Thee from all pain and make thy sorrow cease He 'l bring thee freedom yea and perfect ease With his own hand he 'l wipe thy tears away For sorrow joy and gladnesse shall bear sway In all thy Land there shall no mourning be No heavinesse of heart at all with thee But all thy friends and lovers every one Shall sure be freed from every sigh and grone No sad complaints nor sence of any grief But every one receives his own relief Then shall ye sing then shall ye all rejoyce When this sweet Language and this blessed Voice Is heard within thy borders everywhere Then from rejoycing thou canst not forbear Nay thou shalt sing and make sweet Melody Unto the Lord thy God that dwels on high Then in thy mouth his praises will be found The Songs of Zion then will sweetly sound Behold the day approacheth very high Lift up thy head yea now lift up thine Eye And see thy God advancing not afar But very nigh just like a man of war What ere he doth rejoyce thou in his sight Be sure it is for thee that he doth fight He 'l plead thy cause with all the nations round And never cease untill he them confound Yet but a little while and it is done Me thinks mine eye beholds him swiftly run As if in haste thy foes he would destroy That in his work thy harmless heart might joy Be patient then thou Innocent and stay Thy mind on him for thine will be the day Which is at hand as I have said before That thou shalt glory in 't for evermore Then shall thy hand upon the musick play When Zion's King shall rule and beare the sway When all the Nations bend and bow the Knee Unto thy King and worship none but he They that are saved surely thus shall do Oh Jacob's King they all will run unto Thus will he bring the Glory and the Fame Of all his work to thee and his great name Rejoyce therefore before him night and day He is thy King and he must beare the sway Thou art the seed that he hath blest alone Rejoyce for thou shalt sit upon his throne What shall I say of Jacob's blessed seed The Lord their God for ever will them feed In pastures large where they shall safely lie Void of all fear in perfect liberty Thy Enemies shall never more anoy Thy habitation nor thy Land destroy Thou shalt not plant for others to root up Nor never more drink of a bitter Cup. Thou shalt not build and others pluck it down For perfect peace shall be thy sure Renown Thy Wars have end thy Foes are all destroyed There is none left that ever thee annoyed Behold the Lamb hath got the Conquest quite With his great Army cloathed all in white Yea every one is fully overthrown Thy calm is come all storms are overblown Rejoyce therefore unto him sing thy song That brought the day thou groan'st for very long Lo now 't is come up to thy legs and stand The Turtles voice is pleasant in thy land The Bride-groom now prepares his Bride to meet That in chast love they may each other greet Each lips shall joyn to give a blessed kisse And live for ever in their endlesse blisse Thou blessed seed for thee he makes his feast And thou shalt be his choice and chiefest guest It is for thee that he doth all prepare Feed of his dainties feed and do not spare This food will never cloy thy stomack more Though thou shouldst feed and never once give ore The Pedigree of the Seed of Jacob. BEhold thy line thy linage thy descent Thy pedigree thy coat of Arms thy tent Thy habitation thy abiding place Thy kindred all sprung from a royal race Before the Earth or Heavens yet were made Before the deeps or Adam used a spade Before that Eve brought either son or daughter Before she knew what mourning was or laughter Before the Hills or Mountains yet were known Before a Sun in Firmament was shown Before the Moon or Stars at all appeared Thou wert by him that made them all indeared Yea thou wer 't precious in his glorious eye And much esteem'd and made to stand him nigh Thou wer't one with him though you seem'd apart Yet were you one united in one heart Hence didst thou spring hence didst thou first arise This is the root of all thy progenies He that will read this noble Heraldry Must live in light or else he cannot spy The depth hereof nor understand the phrase It is not known in any other place Sobs sighs and grones in deep distresse of spirit uttered forth in these following lines WHen shall I cease when shall I once forbear With sighes and sobs my inward All to tear The weight is great in grief therefore I grone My grievous wounds are cured yet by none They inward bleed like Ulcers out of sight Who can come at my wound to cure it right Who shall I seek that can right pity take Who can me ease and sound my wound once make My Friends they are become like mortal foes Instead of help they do augment my woes They cannot see into my wound and say This is the cure this is the onely way Their words their deeds doth but increase my grief Small is their help and bitter their relief Then all Relations of the earthly birth Condemn my sadnesse and cry out for mirth Their jolly natures can no pleasure take In one so sad unlesse he 'l merry make Behold all help is far removed from me To ease my pain my grief my misery Thus am I left alone to sigh and sob To grieve and mourn with many a bitter throb I am like one that 's swallowed in the deep

A Propheticall LOVE-SONG By one of the Sons of Zion in the dayes of his Youth in his Travel towards the Holy Land through the Wilderness Being a certain true Testimony by an Infallible Spirit of Prophesie of what should befall him in his safe Arrival there with the certainty of that and his portion then In which is intermingled the miserable Estate of all the Gentiles the wicked World the backsliding House of Israel the Jews called by the Name of Quakers as it was given forth about the beginning of the 2 Month 1661. With several other things since and some before as at the beginning of each is expressed And now Published in its Season By John Thomas LONDON Printed for the Author in the year 1661. A Propheticall LOVE-SONG SIng to the praise and glory of the Lord All you that can with voice with one accord Sing praises to him from the inward part Where his pure Law is written in the heart Thou blessed seed of Jacob sweetly sing A Song of Love unto thy blessed King There 's none besides thy self that hath the voice To sing aright nor rightly to rejoyce Before the Lord thy God thy King of peace Who by his might will make thy Wars to cease For thou art he that rightly for him sought And he for thee thy Battels all have fought He ne'r will cease to strive for Jacob's right Until he sends his Foes all out of sight Therefore O worm be quiet and be still The Lord thy God will do thy work with skill Consider well how he thy work began Look thou to him but never trust in man For he is faithful and will bring to passe All things for thee and make thy foes like grasse To fade and wither when he doth appear Then must they shrink for none dares draw him near Great is thy God and glorious is his Name Great is his Might and great will be his Fame When he hath finish'd all his work below Their eyes shall see and then their heart shall know How he hath wrought in faithfulness for thee Whilst thou wert weake and in adversity When all thy Foes did compass thee about How he stood peer and put them to the rout How when the Tempter stood in wily wise With outward glory for to please thy eyes He gave thee counsel which was safe and sound That did preserve thy soule and him confound How in thy suffrings he did thee support And made thy strength like to a Royall Fort Well arm'd well man'd with Amunition strong Void of all fear though 't were besieged long Nay to be brief in every state and station Thy God confounded the rebellious Nation Yea all the Nations that did stout withstand Thy passage free unto the promised land In various waies he did them overthrow And this in time thy heart shall surely know Then shalt thou sing and of a truth declare That all his works they works of wonders are What though the blind and darkned soules deny The works of God and all his wonders high Because they are not wrought all in their way Therefore they rage and would not he should sway Sad are their thoughts and sadnesse shall possesse Their hearts and soules yea anguish and distresse Shall sure surprize their inward with great pain That would not have thy glorious God to Reign Their eyes shall sink within their holes so low As not to see the God they would not know When Famine comes then they shall sure be fed With their own flesh in lieu of goodly bread Their tongues likewise shall cleave unto the roof Of their own mouthes because they hate reproof Yea when in torments they are fiery hot They shall seeke death but they shall find it not Assuredly this is the bitter Lot Of all the wicked that delights to plot Against the just to wrong him without cause Inflicting torments contrary to Laws Devising mischief for to undermine The innocent that wrongs not thee nor thine Oh Jacobs seede come let us joyne and sing Unto the Lord our only God and King The songs of Zion for he maketh haste To conquer all and lay three Nations waste He makes the Earth to stagger where we go He makes it reele and stagger too and fro He overturns and overturn he will Untill his glory cover every hill And all the Mountains that be high and steep Be each removed far into the deep He that begun will never cease 't is true In conquering untill he hath conquer'd you That have been fierce to keepe his seed in thrall From their just freedome on his name to call All earthly minds shall drink of deep confusion Which they 'l receive from inward deep infusion Oh earthly man how long wilt thou remain Striving for death whilst life should be thy gaine Shall that pure light which thou doest still dispise Be but rejected by thy carnall eyes And much contemned as a thing of nought Although it ever thy salvation sought Rowse up awake whilst that thou mai'st and know The tim 's but short before the fatall blow Be surely laid upon the heads of those That oft were cal'd but still continued foes The keeper shuts the door to keep all out That would not come whose hearts were ever stout My soule begins to melt to think that they Should be such fools so to neglect their day And bring upon themselves such misery With weeping wailing Oh the doleful cry The mourning howling that 's within their land Now all their buildings found built on the sand Behold the Lamb that hath been mild and meek Although you cry although you to him seek Yet will he not regard your yoice nor call But be a Lyon fierce among you all There is no Plea that can ppease his wrath His face is fury fierce he knows the path You walked in he knows full well the way You did refuse when that it was your day His sore displeasure you must sure abide There is no place on earth for you to hide Although you call unto the Mountains high To cover you it cannot from his eye Nay all the things that formerly you built Are spoiled quite and all their Vertue spilt Your Plea of wonders and sad sanctity Will but augment your pain and misery I tell you plain you that will not beware Will suddenly be caught within this snare From whence no Art nor skill can get thee free But thou shalt ever there tormented be Thy conscience then shall know assuredly The worm that lives that worm will never die That worm shall sure bring all thy pains to passe That thou wert told of when thou wert an Asse Wildly wandring on the Mountains high And on each hill that reached near the sky But in the Valleys thou wouldst not be seen To seed on pastures that were fresh and green Thou wouldst no water that the plant might thrive For to refresh and keep thy soul alive Behold therefore with dough thou shalt be fed Thy hungry maw shall