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.
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
own Children too unworthy were This did not hinder thy Parental care How earthly unbelieving Ah! how vain How did their Lives their Holy Calling stain Cold Carnal Senseless dead They seem'd to be A People laden with iniquity Deserving nothing at thy hands O Lord When thou this great deliverance didst afford I then did much bewail their faults and crimes Both those of old and those of latter times Yet thou o'relookedst then unworthiness And camest down to save them ne'retheless Thou wonderfully didst make it appear That these strange works ' which thou hast shewed here Were like to those in Egypt long ago When thou didst Pharaoh utterly o'rethrow For when we thought we should have been destroy'd And their dire vengeance never could avoid We saw them suddenly before us fall And could not do us any hurt at all A raging sea we seem'd before to see Behind us was a raging Enemy But when thy chosen Servant did draw near The threatning waters soon divided were A sure presage Gods presence too was there Who sav'd us from what we so much did fear These are thy doings Lord and Marvellous Are all thy Dispensations unto us Nay let us not forget this one thing more As worthy notice as those nam'd before The People of the Land divided were Nay to each other did much hatred bear Yet thou no sooner sent'st thy Servant hither But they united and were join'd together All as One man against their comon Foe In prayers in wishes and in Arms also Which gave me hopes that the set time was come Of thy great wrath against the Whore of Rome Our Nobles and our Gentry did their part Assisting both with counsel hand and heart Like our Old English Heroes they did rise And chearfully espouse this enterprize Undauntedly they undertook the Cause Of our Religion Liberties and Laws Their free-born Souls contemn'd the Romish Yoke And to a just revenge it did provoke These Gallant Spirits who could not endure The Jesuits should our slavery procure With so much impudence that they seem'd to laugh At all our Laws and at our Parliaments Scoff A great Convention Lord thou didst convene And didst unite them so that like brave men The Throne they did declare Vacant to be And it to fill again did soon agree To the great Satisfaction of the Land And with their Lives they did ingage to stand By William thy Servant and our King Whom for our safety thou didst hither bring All this we saw perform'd by thee alone Who dost abase and set upon the Throne To every man dost measure what is right And actest still what seems good in thy sight Ah! how didst thou confound ev'n in an hour Those dark Intrigues contrived by the Power Of bloudy Rome and carried on so long And by such Aids that they grew mighty strong Here and abroad So that they durst to say All was their own and they should have the day When in her heart she said I fit a Queen And ne're shall loss of Children see agen Yet then Oh blessed Lord thou heardst our cries And suddenly our Enemies didst surprize As soon as thy poor Protestants abroad Heard these Strange wonders of our Gracious God. It did their Spirits raise and them enliven To sing the Praises of the God of Heav'n Poor Holland that was so much threatned And to effect the work all ventured Began thereat again to raise its head Then we were sore distressed it was they That to relieve us hastened away They 'gainst our Foes for our defence did stand Let them be dear to thee and to this Land How were thy People strengthened thereby Who did before like withered branches lye Expecting mischief would upon them fall And Popery would overwhelm us all All Praise and Glory therefore now be given Unto the Lord of Lords and King of Heaven O let the Throne surely establisht be In righteousness which will Establish me And let the King so wisely all dispose To please â—â—s God and disappoint his Foes Let his Court still with Virtuous Men abound And let no vitious Persons there be found This will most happy days to him procure And cause his Government long to endure Let Scotland to his Crown united be That we may live in peace and amity Incline their minds their Interest to discern And that our Union is their great Concern Do not forget poor Irelands sad fate Destroy those Rebels who disturb that State O give our Armies Victory and Success Thy People save Their Enemies distress This is my Prayer and when this is done I 'le sing the Praises of the Three in One. Mean while let us our best Affections raise To celebrate in grateful Songs his praise Who has been our deliverer in these days An Hymn of Gratitude and Thankfulness I do not in a lofty strain Strive to revive Great Hectors Glory Nor the all-conquering Pagan Train Whose acts recorded are in Story Nor is it our Great Williams Fame Who came and saw and overcame Nor any of those Worthy Nine Nor Alexanders Great renown Whose Deeds were thought almost Divine When Victory did his Temples Crown But 't is the Praise of God I sing Who hath wrought Wonders by our King. My Heart and Tongue shall both rejoice Whil'st England sings Triumphantly And with a loud melodious voice Doth laud the name of God most High O'tis his praise That Holy One That I must magnify alone My Heart is warm'd whil'st I proclaim The praises of the God of wonder My lips shall glorify his name Whose voice is like a mighty Thunder I 'll bless him for 't is he alone Has vacated and fill'd the Throne Whose Feet are like to burning Brass Whose Eyes are like a flaming Fire Who bringeth wondrous things to pass Him I adore him I admire What changes hath he suddenly Made in Great Brittains Monarchy My Soul and Pen shall both express The Praises of Great Judahs Lion The sweet and fragrant Flower of Jess The Holy Lamb The King of Sion For He it is and he alone Has vacated and fill'd the Throne Whose Head is Whiter than the Snow That 's driven with the Eastern Wind Whose Visage like a Flame doth show Confining all yet unconfin'd â—is He who Marvels wrought of late â—o save a sinking bleeding State. â—e praise his name who hath made known The Man to us he fixt upon â—o save us from the envious frown O' th' bloudy Whore of Babylon â—â— Righteousness Oh! let him Reign That nothing may his Glory stain â—or this great subject of my Verse Though discontented subjects should Refuse Gods praises to rehearse The Hills the Rocks and Mountains would Make his deserved Praises known For Wonders here so lately shown You twinkling Stars which day and night Do your appointed circuit run â—weet Cynthia in thy monthly flight Also thou bright and flaming Sun Who to the Earth Gods blessing bring Do you Great Brittains mercies sing That all Gods Foes both far and near Who Tyrannize
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