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
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
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
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
1. Sion 2. Her Children 3. the Beast and Where overthrown 4 The two Witnesses Rising 5. Pope and Jesuit 6. Enemies of the Church all Flying 7. Angels destroying them Distressed Sion RELIEVED OR The Garment of Praise for the Spirit of Heaviness Wherein are Discovered the Grand Causes of the Churches Trouble and Misery under the late Dismal Dispensation With a Compleat History of and Lamentation for those Renowned Worthies that fell in England by Popilh Rage and Cruelty from the Year 1680 to 1688. Together with an Account of the late Admirable and Stupendious Providence which hath wrought such a sudden and Wonderful Deliverance for this Nation and Gods Sion therein Humbly Dedicated to their Present Majesties By Benjamin Keach Author of a Book called Sion in Distress or the Groans of the True Protestant Church Licensed and Entred according to Order LONDON Printed for Nath. Crouch at the Bell in the Poultrey near Cheapside 1689. To their Most Excellent Majesties William and Mary by the Grace of God King and Queen of England c. Dread Soveraigns May it please your Majesties MOST graciously to cast your Princely Eyes And to accept of this small worthless Mite From one whose Soul 's enamour'd with the sight Of seeing you brought to Great Britains Throne Which Angels do delight to look upon Methinks I see the Cherubs clap their wings Singing sweet Anthems to the King of Kings That such a King and Queen are set on high In glorious Power and Soveraign Majesty No marvel 't is since by Angelick Power You 're both preserved to this happy hour For sure he 's blind who can't discern most clear T was by Heavens Conduct you were both brought here Such a stupendious Providence before Was never known and never may no more Be seen again in this Great Northern Isle Which fills our hearts with joy makes us smile What a distressed and for lorn estate Was this now glorious Kingdom in of late Poor England alas did bleeding lye For many years inslav'd by Tyranny And Sion too was in the same condition Weeping with bitter groans and deep contrition Let me a little freely now dilate Upon Great Britains miserable state When first on her you cast your Royal look And her Salvation likewise undertook A glorious Enterprize which Heaven did bless With such amazing and admir'd success Sick sick as heart can hold the Kingdom lies Filling each corner with her mournful cryes Sometimes she burns as when a Fever heats Anon Despair brings cold and clammy sweats No rest she gains or if she do she dreams Of Massacres Fires Blood and direful Theams She no Physicians finds Bold Empiricks Are from St. Omers sent to try their tricks Who wicked crafty counsel take together To poyson her 't was this that brought them hither Nay hold says Petre we 'l first let her blood That 's fit for her and will do us most good Her Blood 's infected so corrupt I see Naught else can cure her Northern Heresie But let us first prescribe a Golden Pill To ease her that she may suspect no ill But may conclude we choice Physicians be The Pill that they prepar'd was Liberty Curiously gilt it was and tasted well But when 't was down she in t ' an Ague fell Then these State-Mountebanks do her assure Jesuits-Powder will effect the cure Yet still she 's sick and seiz'd with stronger fits Which made most think these Drs. all were Cheats Their Physick was of such a composition It made the Body Politick in confusion And many evidently did foresee 'T was to effect a direful Tragedy They did pretend to purge ill humours out That they their black Designs might bring about And th' evil humours which did lurking lie In divers parts o' th' Body grew thereby More strong and vigorous and did disturb What nature did before so strongly curb That wise Physicians made this wise conclusion T would wholly change the Bodys constitution From good to bad from healthy free and sound Would cause malignant humours to abound Ill ones no doubt it was design'd to nourish Tho' for a while some good ones it did cherish Thus may a Medicine which is safe and good As Liberty is if rightly understood When ill prepared and unduly given Prove dangerous as any under Heaven And pity 't is this universal Pill That has wrought wonders was design'd so ill But ah what shall she do th' Impostors Art Her head doth poison and corrupt her heart Must she O must she die O hear her groans Hear Sions too O hearken how she moans There is no help but from the God of Wonder 'T is he alone that 's able to bring under This Foe to Nature which is grown so strong And hath her vital parts opprest so long All her Physicians weep and secretly Were heard to say poor England now must die Unless th' Almighty by his own right hand Work Miracles to save our sinking Land. But who 's the Instrument will rise up for her Who is the Man whom God delights to honour To bring relief when all her hopes were gone Great Sir 'T was you Jehovah fixt upon No sooner heard she your victorious Name But she reviv'd and cheerful soon became But ah the Winds were cross this made us fear We n're should have your long'd for presence here And when we heard you were upon the Seas Our hearts rejoyced yet had not perfect ease We doubted still what dangers you might meet In that most Glorious and Renowned Fleet Yet still our Prayers more fervent were and more To see your Royal Person safe on shore And all the time in England you have been What strange amazing wonders have we seen A poor sick Land divided by Christs power Made whole and all united in an hour United so as joyntly to combine To own this just and glorious design O're us long hung a black and dismal Cloud From whence we fear'd a dreadful storm of blood Yet when it brake nought but sweet dews distill This this may sure our souls with wonder fill To see a Mighty Army rais'd by Rome Some flie for fear and others Friends become To gain the Victory yet never fight This plain appears Gods hand to all mens sight Poor Sion who i' th' dust did prostrate lie Bewailing her approaching misery Began to rouse and on her feet to stand When you upon the English Shore did land She long expected in our Hemisphere A glorious Star would certainly appear And now he 's come she can't for bear to sing With Joy to welcom her desired King And as the Sun whose powerful reflection Gives to all Vegetables a resurrection Even so Gods Witnesses now raised are Whose bodies lay like dead so lately here For though it was in the cold Winter time We saw so great a change in our sharp Clime As made us cry The Winter now is gone Your powerful Rays in this our Horizon Made Flowers bud as in the early Spring And chirping Birds
melodiously to sing We heard the Turtles Voice too in our Land Such mighty Blessings Thankfulness command Blessings which England never knew before For which the God of Heaven we should adore And since our Sun is risen let him shine Most gloriously in Rays which are Divine Like powerful Sol whose Soul reviving Beams Whose warming nature and delightful gleams Send forth on all his powerful Influence So let him equally his warmth dispence Nor can we fail of this our expectation It 's like your self 't is like your Declaration You by some just sublime and sacred Arts Are both become the King and Queen of hearts You there erect your Throne 't is there you reign Sure such a Kingdom always will remain Oh may our Sun never Eclipsed be Oh may he send his Beams from Sea to Sea And may he give an Universal Light That all dark Regions may receive their sight And may his strong attractive Power likewise Dry up those naufeous sinks of sin that rise And grow so rife unto our Nations shame And high dishonour of Jehovah's Name May he his growing cherishing Beams display Upon the Good and Virtuous so that they May all strive to exceed in fruitfulness And flourish like those Trees the Lord doth bless But let him Lord be a hot scorching Sun To thy grand Foe The Whore of Babylon Let him make all those noisom weeds to fade And lose the glory which they lately had So that the Flower de Luce may hang the head It is high time it quite were withered Let proud Tyrconnels heart now die away To hear who does Great Britains Scepter sway Let our Dear Soveraign send such powerful Darts As may subdue the most rebellious hearts Of Teagues and Tories in that mournful Land O're which our Princes long have had command But let him be a healing Sun unto His People and their Differences subdue When Both have run their Race Crown Both on high Among thy Saints to all Eternity So prays your Majesties most humble and most obedient and truly Loyal Subject Benj. Keach TO THE READER YOU are here presented with a Poem that gives a full Relation of the woful state and sufferings of the Protestant Church from the year 1680. until the year 1688. Together with an Account of those Worthy Christians and Renowned Heroes that suffered during the same space of time In the year 1666. I wrote a Treatise called Sion in Distress I then perceiving Popery ready to bud and would if God prevented not spring up afresh in this Land and then in 1680. came forth a new Edition with such Enlargements which made it very different from the first Impression which was entituled also Sion in Distress or The Groans of the True Protestant Church wherein I shewed the Causes of her Calamities with an Enumeration of some prevailing Sins together with the Plots and Contrivances of Rome against Sion which Book received general Acceptance But now this as the Title assures you brings better News for our great joy and astonishment at what God hath wrought he hath graciously been pleased to turn our sorrow and mourning into Rejoicing You have therefore an Account of the glorious Deliverance both of Church and State from Popery and Slavery by the hand of His now present Majesty which as it is the Wonderment of this present Age so it will be no doubt of future Generations But since the excellencies of things appear best when compared to their contraries as Light when compared to Darkness and Health to Sickness and Liberty to Bonds c. I have repeated many things that you have in Sion in Distress which set forth her deplorable condition that so we may the more clearly discern and admire the present blessing and future glory of God's Church but because many grounds of Sions Complaint still continue such I mean as respect the Divisions that are amongst good Protestants and the sad Enormities of Professors she doth repeat those her Sorrows with some fresh aggravations and additions of them And since the Great Whore is fallen and suddenly too in this Kingdom and many that represent her are in hold I have added something concerning her Tryal Sentence or Condemnation that was in the last which part lookt to such a happy hour as this is and tho' we cannot perfectly foresee what God is about to do as yet we being but in the morning of the approaching glory yet are we full of expectation that the work of God in respect of these great and longed for blessings will not go back again but do believe their present Majesties are raised up to be glorious Instruments in the hand of God beyond what some 't is like may suppose nor do I doubt but that the slain Witnesses are a-getting out of their graves time will open things clearer to us But I am sure we cannot sufficiently adore the Divine Goodness for that Salvation wrought by his own right hand let us strive to be thankful to God and labour to live in love one with another and improve the present Providence for since God hath graciously been pleased to do wonders for us let us endeavour to do some great things for him If this may stir up any to act and do valiantly in Israel and be any ways useful to the Church of God or to any Member thereof I have my desire Who am still thy Souls Friend and Servant for Christs sake Benjamin Keach On the Ingenious Author of the Poem called Distressed Sion Relieved OUR Author heated with Seraphick Fire Which did his late lamenting Muse inspire He thereby in the highest notes of grief Wept Tears in Verse when Sion lackt Relief From Art high lofty strains he would not borrow But only did describe a Natural sorrow His clear discerning Soul did then foretel Her danger and what afterward befel He gave us warning to prevent the stroke Sins to forsake and M 〈…〉 y to invoke Yet would not without Consolation leave us Nor did that Book of comfort quite bereave us But still assur'd us That the Scarlet Whore Should in a short time fall and rise no more What he did then predict we hope that we Within a little while perform'd shall see That Heav'n on Sion's sorrows will look down And for her sufferings will at length her Crown That Sion late distrest God will relieve And for her troubles comfort to her give These Hopes our Authors Soul do now inspire they rouse his Muse and make him to admire What Great Deliverance is already wrought So great that it was ev'n beyond our thought This he in cheerful accents to us sings And our past sufferings to our memory brings The Glory of those Worthies he revives That for their Countrey offered their Lives They Popery and Slavery did withstand Which was ev'n ready to o're-spread the Land. And though God did not then success afford Our Author doth their Gallant Names record And thereby hath himself obtain'd a Name That shall be registred
for England's good And if he please will Seal them with my Blood. O Blessed God destroy this black design Of Popish Consults it's in thee we trust Our Eyes are on thee help O Lord in time Thou God of Truth most Merciful and Just Do thou defend us or we perish must Save England Lord from Popish Cruelty My Countrey bless Thy will be done on me Mans Life 's a Voyage through a Sea of tears If he would gain the Haven of his Rest His signs must fill the Sails whilst some Men Steers When Storms arise let each man do his best And cast the Anchor of his hopes opprest Till Time or Death shall bring us to that Shore Where Time nor Death shall never be no more Laus Deo. Amen From my Prison in the Tower August 15 1681. Stephen Colledge Great Essex Ah thy groans methinks I hear What ne're a Friend hadst thou not one Friend near Noâ—e none to help in vain it was to cry When there were none but Savage Monsters nigh Since thy great Soul could not inticed be Noâ— wouldst conceal their cursed cruelty They make a bloody Tragedy of thee Surpriz'd lest all should be discovered Unto this Dev'lish Policy they were led And to conceal their horrid Plot they try Those wicked Arts which do it justifie Confirming it to all Posterity Though thy Assassinates like men appear Their curst attempt shew'd least of man was there Incarnate Devils certainly they were Ah cruel Tyrants destitute of shame To murder both thy Body and thy Name Could not thy Blood their hellish thirst suffice But must thou die a double Sacrifice What! cut thy Throat with such barbarity And when thy Soveraign also was so nigh The Royal Prison though a Tower strong Was no defence nor refuge to thee long Thou careful wast how to preserve thy life And yet didst fall by a curst Romish Knife Thy Head almost cut off and yet they cry That thy own hands did act the Tragedy â—â—t now we hope it plainly will appear Who the vile Actors who the Murderers were May I not borrow now as many do Some proper lines made on an Essex too Shall such a Noble Peer fall thus by Rome And shall I not drop tears upon his Tomb Shall none who loved him move for a Vote Ye Lords and Commons ye are bound to do 't A Vote that all on that same day o' th' year On which he fell shall mourn or shed a tear Or else be judg'd a` Papist It were wise T' erect an Office in my Childrens Eyes For issuing forth a constant sum of tears There 's no way else to pay him his Arrears And when we 've drien'd this Ages Eyes quite dry Let him be wept the next in History 1683. Renowned Great Lord Russel next 〈◊〉 Is markt out for this direful Tragedy Scarce had I dry'd mine Eyes for loss of one But they another Hero fall upon A braver Lord scarce ever lost his Head Nay few like him hath England ever bred From a most Noble Stem he did Spring forth And had a Spirit â—uited to his Birth Had I not wept so many tears before For him whole Rivers from mine Eyes might pour Had I an Helicon in either Eye The thoughts of Russel soon may draw them dry Great Soul too great for our inferior praise You for your self the Noblest Trophies raise Your Love to Sion and your Native Land Shall mention'd be ev'n while the Earth doth stande My loss and England's too who shall repair Great God! his hardned Enemies do not spare 'T was by the Blood of these Great Men I see England was freed from Rome's curst Tyranny T' avoid the Odium of their cursed Plot Which notwithstanding ne're will be forgot Another was contriv'd wherewith they thought The innocent to insnare who should be brought Thereby to ruin and then hop'd to see Sion and her best Friends would ruin'd be This was the Second part of Rome's design To work the overthrow of me and mine And these two Champions standing in their way With bloudy hands they villanously slay The first inhumanely was Murdered The other they did publickly Behead They charged him indeed with odious Crimes And many others too in those black times Crimes he to th' last did utterly deny Whose Noble Soul their malice did defie But Villains swore and he alas must die O Heav'n and Earth be ye astonished How fain would they have struck off my poor Head Yet of my Blood that they themselves might clear Good Protestants the scandal on 't must bear 1683. Sydney dear Sydney treacherously fell Whom I esteem'd a Prince in Israel Those Laws that were intended for defence Were wrested so thou couldst not have from thence Any relief but thou must likewise dye Although on thee no guilt at all did lye Jury and Judge dealt so inhumanely What hadst thou done what cause of death in the For Sion 't was 't was for thy Love to me Thy Principles were such Hell could not bear The thoughts thereof though publisht they ne're we Thou wast too Just and hadst such piercing Eyes Those Hellish Statesmen doubted a surprize And therefore made thee a third Sacrifice 1684. By Popish Arts many more ruin'd were Poor Holloway likewise fell into the snare B'ing from th' Western World a Prisoner brought By those who fiercely his destruction sought Who at the place of Execution Delivered his Bible unto one Of his Relations wherein he had writ The following lines which I do here transmit ' Owner hereof prize this and bless the Lord ' That yet to England doth his Word afford ' Had I liv'd longer hopes I should have had 'T' have seen times mend but now expect them bad ' Truth will not do for much of it I wrote ' And for 't I die much rather than the Plot. ' Did you know all you 'd say I did my part 'To free you from designed Popish smart And now alas behold my dismal case Great Flouds of sorrow follow on apace Many Religious Pious Men of worth Are rendred vile not fit to live on Earth Observe Rome's policy who contriv'd it so That Protestants should Protestants undo Conscience must now be basely shackled Against its Light impos'd on and misled And truckle like a Slave unto all those Who did Christ's Regal power in man oppose Either their Consciences must wounded lye Under despair for their Apostacy Or if they were resolved and sincere They loss of Goods Contempt and Scorn must bear Be sent to noisom Jayls or to Exile Which many chose rather than to defile Their precious Souls and treacherously dis-own Or yield the power of Christs righteous Throne Up to Usurpers who audaciously Cry All is Caesar ' s due and so deny God over Conscience has the Soveraignty No wonder they Laws violently break down That all our Civil Rights are overthrown That our Just Properties they take away And our most Ancient Liberties betray Since they the Glorious Monarchy of Heav'n
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
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