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
â—o now Invade and strive to have it given â—nto their hands that they may tread it down And impudently cry All is their own Grand Rebels what attempt the Right of God â—â— you not fear his dreadful Iron Rod Would you Dethrone him would your hellish spite â—â—â—rive both God and Man of their just Right This you design'd although in vain to do And Christ's blest Kingdom fain would overthrow One while they cry Conscience to them must beâ— Another time Christ's Right they did defend When it did seem to favour their design Conscience in all its rights they undermine But when they found 't would with their Interest staâ— And with th' Intrigues that they then had in hand They cry Nought's juster than that all men do To others as they would be done unto But to return nothing for many years Is seen but Persecution Bloud and Tears No Liberty at all Conscience must have But the Dissenters Prison proves his Grave Where hundreds of them lay long buried Whilst others of their Goods were plundered Many in filthy Jayls so long did lye That poysoned with the stench they there did dye Law and Religion both were trampled down And most good men term'd Enemies to the Crown Charters of Towns and Cities ta'ne away That Popery and Slavery might bear sway No Stone 〈…〉 unturn'd whereby they might Bring 〈◊〉 poor England an Eternal Night Of Popish darkness many therefore fled Whilst others were strangely dis-spirited Divers good Magistrates were laid aside And wicked men for Judges they provide Void of all fear of God who any thing Would give for Law they thought would please 〈◊〉 King Did a Dissenter Law or Justice crave He 's branded for a Rascal Rebel Slave Yet many men so strangely blinded were They could not see though things appear'd so clear Because that King a Protestant was thought Matters by him so cunningly were wrought And carried on but when he came to fall All things were plain and bare-fac't unto all For the next King his Visage did lay down And publickly himself a Papist own And I likewise more clearly did espy My dreadful danger then approaching nigh The Popish Plot under a Cloud was hid And a Sham Plot contrived in its stead Though own'd by three Successive Parliaments â—et all 's denied by Romish Innocents â—hose Jesuits who hang'd for Treason were Themselves free from all guilt or crime declare 〈◊〉 th' unborn Child nor is this strange since they 〈◊〉 Dispensation have That they may say Whatever will preserve their Cause from blame And Holy Church secure from her just shame 1685. Therefore is Dr. Oates brought on the Stage â—egraded and expos'd to brutish rage They on his Back their cruel strokes do lay Whereby their Hellish Plot they stifle may â—et let them whip and lash him till he die And practice all their Romish cruelty â—one of his Evidence he can deny 'T is to his Honour and Immortal praise And to his name it will high Trophies raise Those many hundred stripes laid on by Rome Are as so many Monuments become More great and lasting than a Marble Tomb. Poor Dangerfield couragious and bold Whom Rome's Incendiaries never could By horrid threats or subtle flattery Prevail upon to gainsay or deny What he of their Intrigues did testifie Unto a cruel whipping they him doom Which yet could not his Fortitude o'recome 'T would pierce ones Heart to think what miseries He suffered from his bloody Enemies And though perhaps not well prepar'd to die Yet he must fall by Romish Tyranny A Villain in the midst of all his pain Stabbing his tender Eye out with a Cane Which pierc't so deep he in great torments lay That never ceast till Death took him away The Fence b'ing thus thrown down the ravenous Beasts Rush in and of poor Innocents make Feasts Wild Boars and Bears yea Wolves and Tygers strive All to destroy and leave no Lambs alive Religion Laws though all good mens great care Yea and mens precious Lives they did not spare That England seem'd as if it were become A Scene of misery and a prey to Rome And what could Sion do Alas poor I Bewail'd my state but saw no comfort nigh Yea my poor Children about me hung B'ing hardly able to endure the wrong And sharp Assaults of those fierce Fiends of Hell Yet knew not how their malice to repel About this time i' th' West there did appear Some unto whom their Countrey was most dear Striving to free it but mistook the time And Person too who Landed then at Lyme A Man belov'd but not the Instrument God chosen had and now to us hath sent To save our Land and Sion from that blow Which would have been to both an overthrow 1685. But of my joys I must forbear to sing A doleful noise seems in my Ears to ring And still grows louder sure 't is from the West What 's that I see a cruel savage Beast A Man no sure a Monster though he came Of Humane Race he don't deserve that name A cursed Spirit of th' Infernal Legion A Lord Chief Justice of the Lower Region I cannot rest hot strugling rage aspires And fills my Free-born Soul with Noble Fires My Muse soars high and now she doth despise What e're below attempts to Tyrannize Ah! but again she faints how shall I tell What to those poor mistaken Souls befel The dismal news of Rapine Spoil and Blood Shed in those Parts which ran ev'n like a Flood Works strange Effects in my afflicted Soul For grief my Bowels do within me rowl In biting Satyr I could even contemn That Villanous Judge who Innocents did condemn Who on the Bench did nought but what he knew Would gratifie the bloody Popish Crew Though nature seems assistance to refuse Revenge and Anger both inspire my Muse. Shall the Wretch live why is he spar'd so long Justice seems to complain of having wrong Th' Infernai Daemons angry seem to say Dead or alive we him will fetch away And at his stay they all seem to repine That to their vengeance we don't him resign But Ah! his Blood can never recompence His ruining so many Innocents And it may seem the wonder of the time And some are apt to think may be a crime That we no more regard their memory Who for their Countries welfare dar'd to dye Poor Hearts who seeing we were drawing nigh To Vassalage and ROMISH Tyranny Resolv'd to save Religion and the Laws But mist and fell into this Tygers Claws Whose mind upon the prey was wholly bent Pitying none though ne're so Innocent bâ—â— like an hungry Wolf or furious Bear Without remorse the harmless Lambs did tear No time of preparation would he give To many nor Petitions would receive Nor would he hâ—aâ— their Wives and Childrens cry But scoâ—t and laught at them in â—isery And though they pity beg'd with sighs and groans He was relentless to their tears and moans Beg'd that distressed Widdows he 'l not make
in the Book of Fame When he is gone his Works shall never dye But still be Famous to Posterity C. N. Distressed Sion RELIEVED OR The Garment of Praise for the Spirit of Heaviness FOR almost Thirty years last past have I Seen Floods of Tears flowing continually From Sions Eyes whose sad distressed state With Filial Sympathy I did relate In Sixty Six a year of expectation Came no relief but still fresh Lamentation When she was told her sorrows would be o're That year produc't more sorrow than before Which caus'd me who in Prison then did lye To sigh and sob and weep most bitterly In prospect of what I saw coming on Poor Sion e're her miseries would be gone And therefore did before that year run out Foretel some things time since hath brought boâ— Sions Distresses plainly did appear And still they did increase year after year Until the time the Popish Plot was known That Grand Intrigue of Bloody Babylon My Soul had then some ease I then did hope The day was come should quite o'rethrow tâ—â— Popâ— And bloody Whore That cursed Church of Rom That she would now receive her fatal Doom But all my hopes being frustrate I again In the year Eighty pour'd out Tears amain For at that time came forth a new Addition To Sions groans and sorrowful condition When I had thought poor Sions woes were gone What dismal Clouds o're spread our Horizon Just as I deem'd I spy'd the morning Light. How were we threatned with a dismal Night Of Popish Darkness this I did descry And mourn'd in Verse for England's misery But Sion's troubles I did most lament Whose Enemies were strong and insolent Which caused me in Christian Sympathy With bitter groans my grief to testifie In this sad manner ' WHat dismal vapour in so black a form ' Is this which seems Harbinger to a Storm ' What pitchy Cloud invades our starry Sky 'To stop the beamings of the Worlds great Eye ' What spreading Sables of Egyptian Night ' Would rob the Earth of its illustrious Light ' What interposing Fog obscures our Sun ' What dire Eclipse benights our Horizon ' Is England's Great and Royal Bridegroom fled ' Is its Aurora newly gone to Bed ' That scattered Clouds make such prodigious haste ' Combine in one and re-unite so fast ' Clouds that so lately dissipated were ' Do now conspire to make a darker Air. ' I mourn unpitied groan without relief ' No bounds nor measures terminate my grief ' The Sluces of mine Eyes are too too narrow 'To vent the Streams of my increasing sorrow ' Ebbs follow swelling Floods and springing Days ' Adorn the Fields which Winter dis-arrays ' All States and Things have their alternate ranges ' As Providence the Scene of Action changes ' All Revolutions hurry to and fro ' Yet rest and settlement at length do know ' But helpless I have often lookt about 'To find some ease and Soul refreshment out ' Yet can I see no prospect of relief ' But swift additions multiply my grief ' As Pilgrims wander in their great distress ' Amongst the wild rapacious Savages In pathless Desarts where the midnight howls Of hungry Wolves mixt with the screech of Owls And Ravens dismal croaks salute the Ears Of poor Erratick trembling Passengers ' So I 'm surrounded so the Beasts of prey ' Conspire to take my Life and Name away ' My glowing Soul does melt my Spirits faint ' For want of vent I 'm pregnant with complaint ' No Age nor Generation but has known ' Some part of this my just and grievous moan ' But now I 'm far more dangerously charg'd ' By bolder Foes my sorrows are enlarg'd 'A Hellish Tribe of black Avernus Crew ' Do Blood-hound like me and my Lambs pursue ' Lord Jesus come O Christ let me invoke ' Thy sacred presence to divert the stroke ' Have all my Friends forsook me Are there none 'To ease my woes Ah must I grieve alone Sion's Friend ' What doleful noise salutes my listning Ear ' What grief expressing voice is that I hear ' Methinks the accent of this dismal cry ' Issues from one in great extremity ' The shrilness of this mournful tone bespeaks 'A Womans loud and unregarded shrieks ' The more her deep and piercing sighs I heed ' The more my Heart in Sympathy does bleed ' Ah! who can find her out who can make known ' The Author of this Heart-relenting moan ' Doubtless though sorrow now has seiz'd upon her ' She is a Lady of high Birth and Honour ' Of Royal Stem extracted from above ' Nurs'd in the Chambers of the Fathers Love ' Espoused to a most Illustrious Prince ' Who over all has Just Preheminence ' Monarch of Monarchs ' Ah Sion is it thou ' Oh mourn my Soul Oh let my Spirit bow ' Let all that Love the Bridegroom sigh for grief ' For Sion weeps as if past all relief ' But why O Sion since thou art belov'd ' Of Heaven's Supream art thou so sadly mov'd ' Why with stretcht Arms dost thou implore the Skies ' Why do such streams of Tears flow from thine Eyes ' This makes me wonder Sion ' My forlorn Estate ' Is poor unpitied mean and desolate ' I long have wandred in the Wilderness ' Involv'd in trouble and in sore distress ' In Caves absconding from the horrid rage ' Of savage Beasts until this latter Age. ' Yet when I but attempted to look out ' The Monsters to destroy me searcht about ' The roaring Bloud-hounds greedy on the scent 'To kill or drive me back again are bent ' No interval of peace no rest they give ' Pronounce me cursed and not fit to live ' The cruel Dragon joineth with the Beast 'To gore my sides and spoil my Interest ' Th' old Lion Lyonness and the Lyons whelp ' With dreadful Jaws the other Beasts do help ' Dogs Bulls and Foxes Bears and Wolves agree 'To rend and tear and make a spoil of me ' I that have been so delicately bred ' My Children at the Royal Table fed ' Am now expos'd to the Infernal spight ' Of such who still in Fire and Blood delight ' Hatch Ploâ—s in Hell and Rome whose black desig ' Is to stab Monarchs and to undermine 'Our Ancient Laws subvert Religion and ' Bow Englands Neck to Antichrists command ' These were Fore-runners of that dismal Doom ' Of Fire and Faggot which the Whore of Rome ' Prepar'd for English Protestants and the rest ' Who won't adore the Image of the Beast ' I am the mark these Monsters aim at all ' Their Grand Intrigues were to contrive my fall ' If Friends or Strangers any favour show ' They straight conspire to work their overthrow 1678. ' Ah vile Conspiracy Ah cursed Plot ' So deeply laid How canst thou be forgot ' Th' Infernal Conclave ne're produc'd a
Spirits Lord with speed sustain Poor Nelthrop's gone too and the Lady Lisle Nay more the Gallant Noble Lord Argile Hath Scotland bred a greater Man than he Of Noble Birth and Ancient Pedigree No danger could his High-born Soul restrain He strove his Countreys Liberty t' obtain And it to free from Romish Usurpation Beyond most of the Nobles in that Nation For which his Enemies many snares did lay Both his Estate and Life to take away Who only did design Tranquillity To th' State and to secure't from Slavery Were I but able I 'de advance his Praise And with high strains of grief his Glory raise A Nobleman Just Pious Valiant Wise Able for Counsel or for Enterprize Fit to set Cato Copies if alive Whose sharp discerning Judgment soon could dive Into their Plots though laid as deep as Hell But missing his Design our Statesman fell Success sometimes does not the Wise attend The most Sagacious sometimes miss the end They aim at and yet may not be i' th' wrong The Race is not to th' swift nor to the strong The Battel is not always and we see This Scripture Proverb was made good in thee Farewel Argile my weeping Muse shall burn Her wither'd Laurel at thy mournful Urn Contemn a Monument and scorn a Stone Marbles have flaws and must good men have none But gone he is drop tears my Children all And mourn because that day a Prince did fall Though he be gone his Honour shall not dye My Children shall preserve his Memory Undaunted Rumbold is the next that I Register in my mournful Elegy He both Couragious and Religious was Whose Zeal for 's Countreys Freedom did surpass Most others and although he then did lye Under the scandal and the infamy Of secretly conspiring how to slay His Soveraign Lord in a vile treacherous way Which he deny'd and did abominate When his last Breath he yielded up to Fate So wounded that two Deaths he seem'd to dye Tears drop again mine Eyes I cannot dry When I observe the Babylonish Train Strive all these worthy Mens repute to stain With Lies false Slanders and black Calumny That they unpitied by all might die But to my comfort I now hope the day Is come will wipe all their reproach away That whilst their Souls Triumphing are in Glory Their Fame will cleared be in future Story And that to all good Men their Memory Will precious be to all Posterity But now my Muse back to the West must go And tell what there the Enemy more did do Where cause of grief be sure I cannot lack Brave Patchel next appears with Captain Blake And though I have great store of tears let fall Yet their sad Fate aloud on me doth call To draw the Sluces up and yet once more From my wet Eyes fresh Floods of tears to pour For I perceive whole Troops together come Of Western Sufferers crying Pray make room Why must our names be buried in the Croud And all our worth be vailed in a Cloud Of dark Oblivion Must we always lye Under an Odium of the blackest dye Is nothing due unto our mangled Clay Will none strive our reproach to roul away Can you so partial be What not a tear For us to whom Liberty was so dear Do you disdain to speak in our defence Because some were of no great Eminence Was not our Blood as dear to us as theirs Whose death you do bewail with bitter tears A lust our mean dust be slightly trampled on And disregarded without sigh or groan Ah! Must we ever ever be forgot And must our names like wicked Persons rot No no Great Souls I equally resent The sad misfortune of each Innocent And though some not for want of Ignorance Cry 'gainst your Prince your Arms you did advance Yet your Allegiance sure could never bind Your hands that when Rome's power had undermin'd The Constitution thereby to o'rethrow The Government yet you must nothing do Must every man sit still and quiet be And Law Religion Life in Jeopardy The contrary Jehovah hath made out And thereby our Salvation's brought about Yet Non-resistance is our duty still When Princes Rule by Law but not by Will. When Magistrates pursue that gracious end God by advancing of them did intend Then to resist them is a horrid thing And God to shame will all such Rebels bring But must Superiors be submitted to When they contrive to ruin and undo Their faithful Subjects and o'return the State And their most sacred Oaths do violate Is Government ordained to destroy Or to preserve the Rights that Men enjoy Suppose a Father should be led away T' attempt the Mothers Life and strive to slay His Innocent Children and to those adhere Who unto them malicious Enemies were In such a case as this the Children sure Their Mothers and their own Lives may secure Ought they not then their Fathers hands to bind So to prevent the mischief he design'd Don't Nature teach a Man to save his Life From th' Treachery of Father Child or VVife Must Servants yield and passively consent Their Master from their Bones the Flesh should rent Is it a crime if they won't this indure But seek a better Master to procure Self-preservation 't was that moved you Fore-seeing what was ready to insue To seek such ways to save your selves and me VVhich you thought Just and hop'd would prosperous be And though God did Success to you deny Yet you might act with all Integrity VVhich Heav'n doth seem to Crown now with Applause And to Assert the Justice of your Cause Since 't was ordain'd that spot should be the Scene VVhere the Cause dy'd there to revive't agen And though for what you therein were misled I did lament and many tears have shed Yet I must vindicate you from the wrong You suffer'd have by many a viperous Tongue And will more of your worthy names revive Though at your slips I never will connive Dear Hicks shall slanderous mouths seek to defame And to calumniate so sweet a name Ah! shall detracting malice go about VVith its rude Breath to blow thy Taper out Well! let them all their full-mouth'd Bellows puff It is their Breath that stinks and not thy snuff Oh what a judgment 't were if such as they Should but allow thy actions and betray Th' endanger'd name by their malign applause To good opinion that were a just cause Of grief indeed but to be made the Story Of such false Tongues Great Soul it is thy Glory Ah! is he dead did his poor Body fall By th' rage of man tears cannot him recall Yet might not then have died but his day Might have been lengthned had he known the way To Life and Peace which God hath since found out And for our safety strangely brought about The day he longed for his Eyes had seen If some things had and some things had not been What he saw past Heavens Eye fore-saw to come God saw how that contingent act should sum
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