Lord of Hosts Awake O England this Lethargick Sleep Is out of Season 't is a time to weep If guilty Children tremble at the Rod Can you be stupid when the Angry God Sets up this dreadful Ensign of his Wrath Rouze up Repentance let a lively Faith Now go to work See how the Preaching Air Instead of Sinning does exhort to Prayer For thy Fantastick Garbs Perfumes and all Thy other Trash it doth for Sackcloth call From Carnal Sports it bids thee quickly get Calls from the Taverns to the Mercy-Seat From that accursed Rendezvous of Lust It bids thee hasten and repent in Dust Have not th' Experience of past Ages given Their sad Remarks upon those Signs in Heaven What fâ—llow'd still but certain Spoil of Nations Plagues Fire and Sword and other Devastations The sure Eversion of some Potent Crown The Death of Heroes Monarchs tumbled down But thou Illustrious Architect of Wonder Remove the Sorrows which I labour under Does this Amazing Prodigy betoken That Rampant Babel shall be quickly broken Does it portend that Antichrist shall break In pieces striving to destroy the Weak Remains that on this blessed Name do Call Or dos't presage that trembling I shall fall Lord canst thou see thy pleasant Vineyard Tore And rooted up by this rapacious Boar â— have my Childrens crying Sins provok'd â—hat dismal Sentence not to be revok'd â—ods Methods were to chasten not destroy â—â—ose Sinning Souls in whom he once took joy â— give thy Sinking Church a true discerning â—hat thou dost mean by this prodigious Warning â—hat by thy Spirits sacred Flame calcin'd 〈◊〉 Scourges mended and by heat refin'd We may find Grace But oh My Spirits faint â—nder the Pressure of my Great Complaint 〈◊〉 panting Soul another grief doth feel 〈◊〉 feeble Knees beneath their burden Reel Sion's Children AH Mother who can disallow your moan The cause is just for every one must own â—ur failings great and that our sins provoke â—mpending Judgement and a future Stroke â—f interceding Mercy steps not in To ward the blow and cancel out our Sin But since unthought-of Providence gives light And calls the Sun to see the Acts of Night Since Heav'n exposes the Results of Rome To Publick Notice since the Traytors come To Legal Execution since the grand Contrivers of this Mischief dare not stand To Test of Law or due Examination Since such brave Heroes represent the Nation Whose clear sagacious penetrating Eyes Dive into Rome's abhorred Mysteries Whose Nobler Souls whose Loyal English Hearts The closest Slights of Antichristain Arts Can ne'er deceive whose brave Resolves defeat Those curs'd Delinquents whether small or great Whose Free-born Courages do scorn to stoop To be the Vassals of a Rascal-Pope An Vpstart Imp whose Title ne'er was given By binding Laws of either Earth or Heaven We therefore dearest Mother do conclude That what has past of Romish Interlude Is near an Exit that the Scene will be Chang'd from a Tempest to Serenity Sion O That 's a Cordial But my grief does borrow Some fresh Objections to renew my sorrow For some that wish me well do yet in spite Of Gospel-Beamings and the clearest Light Retain some Romish Fragments which displeases The meek the humble self-denying JESVS His way of Worship Scripture does express No Useless Pomp no Artificial Dress Becomes Religion Chastity abhors The Garb the Painting and the Gate of Whores Why should my Friends a Virgin-Church pollute With any Relicks of that Prostitute Why Gawdy Things that never had a Name In sacred Records our Profession shame Why are our Rites enamel'd with their Gloss Why must our Gold be mingled with their Dross Why further Reformation is supprest T' uphold a Grandeur that 's Vsurp'd at best Why Doors and Windows must be shunt up quite To stop the Radiance of a further Light And why must such as disallow those Tricks Be branded as the vilest Schismaticks But that 's not all My Children more refin'd From those Corruptions do afflict my mind O depths of Sorrow that disturb my Rest O racking Grief that rends my woful Brest Some are so Carnal some so swiftly hurl'd Into the Labrinths of th' inticing World That in the hurries of that crouded Road They find small leasure to attend their God Preferring filthy Gain and ill-got Wealth Before the means of their Eternal Health Some that in words respect me I behold In that sad posture betwixt hot and cold Sometimes they seem for sanctity sometimes Slide with the current of prevailing Crimes Their Pulses beat with an alternate motion Now for the World then for some faint Devotion Some that unto my Tabernacles were Admitted left me for Egyptian Fare These not content with my Celestial Diet Do run with others to excess of Riot Some to be Popular away would give Those Gospel-Dutys that are positive From such as these my Sorrows do increase That Sell Gods Order for a seeming Peace Such Open Gaps that do pervert the Laws Of my just Right and well-defended Cause But O! how many Easy Christians take Their Rest in Forms and no distinction make 'Twixt Shell and Kernel that rely on Duty As if it were the sole adorning Beauty Such give the Lord the more invalid part Present their Body but deny their Heart Are not some Pastors careless to provide A Word in Season for the Flocks they guide Some are too backward to supply the Need Of painful Lab'rers that their Souls do feed Discourag'd by Close-fisted Avarice Despis'd neglected through this Hellish Vice My Workmen languish and have cause of moan To see their Toyl so ineffectual grown The most Pathetick Preaching scarce can move Some Rocky Hearers to the Grace of Love Must Hag-fac'd Envy and foul-tongu'd Detraction Invenom'd Malice and unfaithful Action Ill-grounded Slander and uncertain Rumors Backbitings Quarrels and the worst of Humours Be practic'd thus Ah grief of griefs to fee Professing People act iniquity To such a Pitch Some Husbands and some Wives Do lead such shameful such unsavoury Lives Whilst mutually at strife they do impeach That Name that should be very dear to each Such Pride such surly dogged reprehension For every Toy such sharpness and contention As does disgrace Religion and does lay Blocks and Offences in a Converts Way Ah! why can 't Saints in Familys eschew That which meer Heathens are asham'd to do Their Houses are the Scene of Civil Wars Of Brawls of Discord and Domestick Jars In grace or comfort can they find increase Or Heavenly Blessings who are void of Peace How oft do Parents Ill Example draw Their tender Children to infringe the Law And Sanctions of the Everlasting God Do they not spoil them when they spare the Rod To strict Extremes some Parents do adhere Check not at all or else are too severe On Back and Belly they bestow much Cost But care not if their Precious Souls be lost Are they not guilty of Prodigious Folly That teach them Courtship neglect what 's Holy A Child untutor'd a
charg'd â—y Bolder Foes my sorrows are enlarg'd 〈◊〉 hellish Tribe from black Avernus flew â—hat Bloodhound-like me and my Lambs pursue Lord JESUS come O let my Cries invoke Thy sacred Presence to divert the stroke Are all my Friends withdrawn what is there non Steps in to ease me of my grievous moan Sion's Friend WHat doleful noise salutes my wondring Ear What grief-expressing Note is that I hear Methinks the Accent of this Dismal Cry Bespeaks some one in great extremity The shrilness of the mournful Voice bespeaks A Womans loud and unregarded shrieks The more her deep and piercing sobs 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 Grief now seizes thous 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 Sion Is it Thou O mourn my soul O let my Spirit bow Let all that love the Bridegroom sigh for grief For Sion weeps as one past all Relief But why O Sion since thâ— art belov'd Of Heavens Supream art thou so sadly mov'd Thy Arms expanded thus implore the Skies Thy streaming Rivulets flow from thine eies â—â—is makes me wonder Sion MY forlorn Estate 〈◊〉 poor unpitty'd mean and desolate â—ong have wander'd in the Wilderness â—volv'd in trouble kept in sore Distress 〈◊〉 Caves absconding from the horrid Rage â—f Savage Beasts until this later Age 〈◊〉 made Attempts to look a little Out â—he Monster spy'd me and does search about â—he Roaring Bloud-Hounds greedy on the scent â—o kill or drive me back again are bent â—o Interval of Peace no Rest they give â—â—onounce me cursed and not fit to live 〈◊〉 Dragon fell combined with the Beast â—o gore my Sides and spoil my Interest â—h ' old Lion Lionness and Lions Whelp â—ith dreadful Jaws the other Beasts do help â—â—gs Bulls and Foxes Bears and Wolves agree â—o rend to tear and make a spoil of me â—hat have been so delicately bred 〈◊〉 Children at a Royal Table fed â—n how expos'd to the Infernal Spite 〈◊〉 such as do in Fire and Blood delight â—ots hatch'd in Hell and Rome that black design 〈…〉 a Monarch and to undermine Our Ancient Laws subvert Religion and Bow England's Neck to Antichrists command Were but Preludiums to that dismal Vrn As martyr'd heaps in flaming Smithfield burn Design'd for Protestants and all the Rest Who hate Romes Idol th' Image of the Beast I am the Mark the Monsters aim at All Their grand designs were to contrive my fall If Friends or others any Favours show They straight conspire to work their Overthrow Ah vile Conspiracy Ah cursed PLOT So deeply laid How canst thou be Forgot Hells grand Intreagues ne'er introduc'd a Brat Into the World so horrible as that Since Rome the western cheated Monarchs rid A Rampant WHORE the horned Beast bestrid Disgorging Plots employing hellish Actors May all our Off-spring Exeerate such Factors Sion forlorn How very few regard Thy cries tears mens hearts are grown so hard In Restless Hurries tost with every wind No Ease no Peace no Comfort can I find The horrid Aspect of these Monsters do Affright my Children some they worry too On Some they seiz like greedy Beasts of prey And to their Dens the Sacrifice convey Renowned GODFREY whose immortal glory Mastyr'd for me shall ever live in Story Let every Loyal Eye that sees it there Yield to his Name the Tribute of a Tour. Brave Soul Thy Love and Loyalty do claim That King and People should proclaim thy Name As England's Victim ne'er to be forgot Fast'ning on Rome an everlasting Blot The Great Jehovah who is onely Wise Permits thy Fall as a sweet Sacrifice Thy Barb'rous Murder has made clearly out That Plot which none but Infidels can doubt Those bloody Varlets black Assassinates Curs'd Executioners of Rome's Debates Drunk with Infernal Cruelty made Thee A Specimen of England's Tragedy By Thee we learn what Courtesie to hope From Romish Butchers Vassals to the Pope Thou led'st the Van first fell into the Trap From whence they say no Protestant shall ' scape Pure Innocence Trapann'd amongst them came Without suspicion like a harmless Lamb Whilst they like hungry Tygers ready stood T'embrue their Tallons in thy guiltless Blood Thou little thought'st such an Infernal Snare Had been thus laid to trap Thee unaware 'T is strange say some what Reason should engage Them to make Thee the Object of their Rage The Cause was thus The Babylonish Whore Big with a Bastard long'd as heretofore 〈◊〉 Christian Blood her Favourites made haste â—a her great need to help her to a Taste Of choicest Liquors this she calls the first To chear her linking heart and quench her thirst Fearing Miscarriage when her Spirits faint She drinks the hearts Blood of some Martyr'd Saint Then Horse-leech more insatiable she cries Give give me that or nothing will suffice My Craving Paunch my pleasure must be done This Heretick was a Pragmatick One He knew my Secret Clubs and would Reveal My Tragick Plots We must prevent his Zeal We 'll Strangle Him before He gives a glimpse Of our Designs or Countermines our Imps. Ah Brutish Whore of Cannibals the worse This bloody Draught has brought an endless Curse On thee And lasting Calendars we see Records this Instance of thy Cruelty This Loyal Knight ne'er injur'd you but stood Discharging Justice for his Countreys Good Will nought but Blood of Protestants give ease Or quench your thirst What mischievous Disease Infects your Bowels Must your Chruches Food Be flesh of Saints Your mornings-draught their blood Fellonious Strumpet Must you be so bold To steal by night into your Neighbours Fold Seiz on my Lambs Thy Theft and Cruelty As well as Murder shall revenged be But since He 's gone and Justice does pursue With eager steps th' Assassinating Crew We 'll acquiesce For Heaven seems to call For Tears Cessation at his Funeral Let Christians offer through the Universe Whole Hâ—catombs upon his bleeding Herse And could their Tears increase into a Flood 'T were no excess So much I prize his Blood But other grounds of Grief are in mine Eye Which cause my Sorrows to advance so high That my o'er-burthen'd Heart can scarce express The nature of my Inward Heaviness Sion's Friend SIon Thy sad and bitter Lamentation Does move my very Soul unto Compassion But say what Cause does aggravate your Fears And thus provokes to further Cries and Tears Sion IF that my Head were Waters and each Eye A brim-full Fountain I could drein 'em dry I 'm steep'd in brackissh Floods nay almost drownd To see how Sin does ev'ry where abound Where e'er I am I nought can see or hear But that which doth my Soul in pieces tear It breaks my heart that England thus should
Causes of dissent Evert not Truth and shake the Fundament Of True Religion why such angry brawling Such Odious Nick-names and such vile miscalling Who dares intrude into the Judgment-Seat Of God Almighty who is only Great And only Judgment gives to him belongs To pass the Sentence and to punish wrongs Why cannot Christians with each other bear Among Apostles some dissentions were But did they therefore persecute each other These Mortal Conflicts Brother against Brother Destroys our safety for they set a GAP Open for Rome that would us all intrap In Fatal Snares their Maxim is we know Divide and Rule Distract and Overthrow Their Crafty Agents to creep in among Our heedless Parties and divide the Throng That with more Ease they may us all devour Destroy our Nation and subvert our power Why therefore do not Protestants agree As One against the Common Enemy Who waits with bloudy hand t' involve 'em all In one Destruction Epidemical Sion's Children AH Mother who can remedy your grief For this Disease admits of no relief Sion OF no relief O then my Heart must break Unless my Sons their Mothers Counsel take Which will those fatal flaming heats allay Obstruct their Growth and take 'em clear away O can a Mothers Tears and woful Crys Be dis-regarded in her Childrens Eyes Can English Protestants who do profess To serve one God in Truth and Holiness Slight all my Wishes and Requests despise O! Hearken to my Counsel and be Wise Let Wrathful Pride and foolish Self-conceit Let Quibbles and Sophistical deceit Be quite exploded let a cool Debate All Fundamentals of Religion state In such you all will certainly agree O happy Model of sweet Vnity Let none that to those Principles do stick Be branded with the name of Heretick It glads my heart to hear 'em call each other By thaâ— sweet Title of a Christian Brother Next if you would not Charity explode Abuse the guiltless and affront your God Judge not your Brethren at a distance neither Give easie Credit to the Tales of either Hot-headed Scriblers or licentious tongues That often load the innocent with Wrongs So Hellish Monks did serve Waldensian Saints With horrid clamour and unjust complaints So Popish Impudence spews out its Gall To make us odious and bespatter all The Reformation sure that cause is bad Whose chief support from Railing must be had If giddy rumour or uncertain fame Should raise a Slander on your Brothers Name Repair to him and in Converse you 'll see Whether he guilty or not guilty be If he be faulty tell him of his sin Be mild and secret and you may him win Admonish gently let your whole discourse Be full of savour love and Scripture-force This is the way to bring him to a sence And Gods prescribed Method to convince But if you fail then leave him to his God Who can reform or punish with a Rod. Your Work is done you have discharg'd the part Of Friend of Brother of a Christian heart Before Belief examine what is vented Good Men by Malice may be represented In Monstrous Shapes Some that to God are dear Hatred will paint like a mishapen Bear Believe not therefore distant imputation No Censure 's Just before Examination In all Debates be sure to lay aside All prejudice and let the Scriptures guide Your calm sedate Disputes let Truth be scann'd With cool Resolves O! let that great Command Of Love take place for that should moderate All Eager Sallies in a warm Debate Who loses Error truly gains the Field And he is Victor that to Truth does yield Where e're you find it though in mean array Subscribe and win the Glory of the Day O! what 's the World but Shackles to the Mind What 's Reputation but a fleeting Wind Why should those Bawbles which the Lord abhors Become the Sacred Truths Competitors Away with all such Rubs let Truth take place And then the Springs of Everlasting Grace Will drop down Blessings Vnity Increase Among my Children as the fruits of Peace Sion's Children OVr Common Danger and the Real Sence Which we have got by dear Experience Of those Advantages our cruel Foe Gets by our Factions will unite us so As that our Enemys shall ne're prevail To break our League or make our Courage fail But tell Dear Mother has some new affright So dis-compos'd you that you fear our Light Is near Extinction tell your Sons we pray What are the Symptoms of th' expiring Day Why do you judge that England's Day of Grace Draws to an Evening and declines apace Shew some Prognosticks of that dismal Night That threatens to succeed our Gospel-Light Sion WHen Sol once touches our Meridian Line It straight descends does by degrees decline Its heat grows less its dis-appearing Light Yields to the Sable of approaching Night Just so the Gospel in its Altitude Once shot such Beams that in this Isle ensu'd So great Conversion that those former Days Did feel its blest and universal Rays A General Heat did warm this Happy Nation From its benign and pow'rful Operation But now it falls and from our Horizon It s vig'rous influence is almost gone Thousands of Sermons lately have been preacht But very few if any sinners reacht How ineffectual is the quick'ning word It shines but warms not it s but like a Sword That 's fair to sight but has no Edge at all Few prick'd at heart and scarce do any fall At Jesus feet or have a sence of Sin Confessing how rebellious they have bin It is a dismal and apparent Sign That Night comes on when Phoebus does decline When Heat and Fervour fail our Hemisphere Will quickly see its glory disappear The Ev'ning of the Nat'ral Day is come When Harvest-Work-men are repairing home So when quick Summons of Omnipotence Removes the Dressers of his Vineyard hence We may conclude the Gospel-Morning past Because Gods Servants disappear so fast Can I when Gap-defenders fall asleep But like old Isr'el for my Prophets weep How can the naked and unguarded Flock Sustain the Brunt of an invading Shock When of its Shepherds it is thus bereft When scarce a Moses or a Joshua's left How many active Guides most dearly lov'd By Me have been in little time remov'd Scarce can I dry mine Eies for loss of one But News arrive of many others gone If that my Head were Waters and each Eie A Well of Tears I could distil 'em dry Bright Lamps extinguish't and no other Lights Appear to chace the horrour of our Nights Shook by concussions of my Foes I stand Whilst few are rais'd to hold my trembling hand If thus my Horsemen and Commanders dye What will become of the poor Infantry Who can support the burden of the Day When such brave Hero's daily drop away Is Summer past or is the Harvest done That such presages of a Storm come on Sure God as Monarchs do intendeth Wars When he recalls his choice Embassadors Ah too licentious World come look about Before the
afflicted heretofore I le turn my hand upon the bloody VVhore Because thou dost my holy Name profess Ill break in peice them that thee oppress Arm'd with Commission from the great Jehove I will come down and all thy Griefs remove All Weapons form'd against my Sion shall Unprosp'rous prove for I will break them all I 'll teach thy Children give thee lasting Peace Converted Gentiles shall the Church increase Though wicked Men with words do thee deride Thy Borders I 'll enlarge on every side Each hungry Soul with plenty I will feed The Earth I will divide among thy Seed I 've promis'd that they shall the world possess And will perform it now in Righteousness I will descend unto my Holy Hill The Earth with knowledge I will quickly fill I will supperss al Luxury and Riot The Heathen in my presence shall be quiet Above all Kings I shall exalted be And Rule the Earth with Soveraign Majesty When all the Kingdoms in the World are mine Then thou in Beauty like a Queen shalt shine And with thy Children in sweet Consort sing Triumphant Hallelujahs to your King SION O Matchless Grace and Love beyond degree Now I am certain there is none like Thee In Heav'n or Earth were there ten thousand more For thou hast found a Salve for every Sore Transported by thy love with joy I cry My Ravisht Spirit must exalt the high And mighty Lord by whose unbounded grace My hearts enlarg'd to run the blessed Race Thou shalt conduct me to thy living Springs From thence I 'll mouant up as with Eagles Wings Vnto the Heavenly Mount of Faith's desire Where I thy Grace and Glory will admire Then I 'll descend from those Abodes above To be embraced in the Arms of Love I 'll hold thee fast and never let thâ—â— go For by thy loss O what a Depth of Wo Did I sustain In what a dreadful Case Was I when thou didst hide thy glorious face Thee having though nought elsn what have I not Without thee though all else what have I got Lord having all things and not thee what have I Let me enjoy but thee what further crave I Without thee nothing is of worth to me All things are vile when once compar'd to thee To be thy Portion Lord thou didst me chuse And thou my Portion art I 'll â—â—'re refuse So rich a Grace thou art my Heritage Thou art a God of Love from Age to Age And therefore evermore I 'll dwell with thee For thou alone my Hiding-place shalt be In time of trouble and of fury great I will unto thy Holy Name retreat Which is a sure defence to all that fly With care and speed from their iniquity When I was down thou lift'st me up on high And I thy Name will therefore magnify O Lord with Patience I will undergo Their indignation for I well do know I have provok't thy great and glorious Name Which is the cause that I do suffer shame Although at present I am low and mean Poor and despis'd and so long time have been Thou canst all Sorrows to thy Sion bless I therefore in thy Pleasure acquiesce I 'll wait upon thee till thou dost arise To break in pieces all mine Enemies My precious Cause then I do leave with thee Which thou O Lord wilt surely plead for me Thy Voice is to my ravisht Soul so sweet That I 'm 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 thou bloudy Whore that art my Foe My time 's at hand which thou shalt quickly know My God has not forsaken me for now He will advance me and make thee to bow Then shalt thou hide for shame thy filthy head Whilst I in Triumph shall upon thee tread Because so long thou hast upon me trod And in Contempt hast said Where is thy God He will therefore in Right retaliate And bring just Vengeance on thy cursed Pate Babylon POOR Sion thou art much mistaken I 'm mounted high thou art forsaken Sure thou art Frantick when thou dost Make such a vain and groundless boast The final Conquest must be mine And swift Destruction must be thine For all my Wounds I 've got a Cure From all your Darts I am secure I am arriv'd at height of Bliss My Glory in its Zenith is I am a Queen and shall remain Supream on Earth I only reign In glitt'ring Grandeur over all Great Monarchs Me their Mistriss call How can I fall when such a Prop Supports as my Lord God the POPE All Men on Earth His Vassals are Who sits in Peter's Holy Chair The Empire of the World he hath He keeps the Keys of Hell and Death Dost think he fears the little tricks Of thy small brood of Hereticks He can make use when he doth please Of Peter's Sword as well as Keys His Canons roar as loud as Guns To crush thy feeble Pigmy-Sons Let but his Bulls give an Alarm Hee 'll make all Christendom to Arm Themselves in my defence and work Thine Overthrow didst thou not lurk Some Hundred Years that none could see Or know what was become of thee He that could rend thy force asunder Has still the Strength to keep thee under He will thee in Subjection keep So that thou shalt not dare to peep Am I not armed with the Power Of all the Earth I can devour Your Int'rest at a single Mess I have fit Cooks such Meals to dress Th' Imperial and the Regal Sword Are brandish'd when I give the word Great Princes Dukes and Nobles will With all their force My Mind fulfil My Gentry who brave Heroes are Resolved be no Pains to spare Their Very Lives they 'll freely spend To bring my Purpose to an end My Brisk Mounsieurs My Spanish Dons Will over-match thy silly Sons My Rogues in Grain I ready have Obedient like a Turky-slave If bid to thrust their bloudy Knives In throats of Fathers Children Wives In any 's out their own they 'll do 't And lay them sprawling at my Foot I've Teagues and Torys at my Beck Will wring their Heads as Chickens Neck Try'd Villains that will never start From Mothers Womb to tear the heart Of Unborn-Infants they 'll deflour Then rip her up in half an hour Faint Rogues will melt with qualms of fears At Fathers Groans or Mothers Tears But mine are void of any Sense Not plagu'd with bawling Conscience To some I give no constant pay Yet they can hunt and live by Prey Your Infants that like Carps are stew'd In their own bloud their Chops have chew'd The Fathers Cawls shall make a light For those Sweet Banquets of the Night What e're my greedy Stomack craves But Nod 't is done by ready Slaves They know no scruples nor dispute But act just like a Turkish Mute Besides all these I could describe Vast Musters of my Sacred Tribe My Clergy makes a num'rous Host That wait in swarms
in every Coast Yea ev'n in all Rebellious Regions I have in secret Armed Legions A Great Grandee my Ensign carrys The Jesuits are my Janisaries Thou see'st what Troops do guard my Chair What canst thou do then but Despair Thou seest me lodg'd in safe abode Whilst thou' rt forsaken by the God Hee 's doubtless pleas'd with my behaviour For I alone have got his Favour Th' Apocalyptick Prophecy You falsely do to me apply For I from Sin am washed clean Thou art the Whore he there does mean I am the Church and therefore I Thy Threats Thy GOD and Thee Defie Sion LEave off leave off thou Bloudy minded Whore Imagine not that thou shalt Evermore Thus Domineer in Pomp and swacy Pride For God e're long thy Rulers will divide Those Mighty Ones in whom is all thy Trust Long shall not hold but into peices must Be surely broken thou shalt quickly see The swift beginning of thy Misery Those that did love thee most will hate thee so That they will seek thy utter Overthrow As was their love their hatred then will be And to destory thee they will all agree Thou hast inslav'd them to thy bruitish Lust Whilst they like simple Fools in no wise durst Offend or cross thy base and bloudy mind That they have been bewitcht they then will find By thine alluring Voice and lustful Eye To joyn with thee in black iniquity Thy Flatterys shall then no more deceive Nor thy base Whoredoms Thousands more bereave Of inward peace and outward riches so As they have been to their eternal Wo Then shall they see thy Villanous Intent In setting them against the Innocent To Glut thy Base Adulterous Desire Their sinful hearts were in a flaming Fire And through the Instigation of the Devil Became partakers of this Monstrous Evil. But what approaches Hark! methinks I hear Some Dreadful Noise see how the Mountains tear And Mighty Hills do into peices fly Whilst Lightning flashes through the Angry Sky The Stars and Planets in Confusion hurl'd Have banisht Natures Order from the World See how the Melting Orbs of Heaven sweat Like Parchment Parcht and shrivel'd up with heat Loud Thunder-Cracks through the Enraged Air With frightful Aspects Meteors do appear To usher in the Day of Heav'ns dread Ire On those who do against the Saints conspire Gods long incensed Majesty is come To judge the Whore and pass her final Doom Of Treason she is under an Attainder For which Impartial Justice will arraign her She 's seiz'd upon and in the Jaylors hands Who only waits for Justices Commands Jehovah bids that Babylon the great Be forthwith brought before his Judgement-Seaâ— Justice MOst Sovereign Lord who is it dares gainsayâ— What thou command'st I must and will obey Lo here I bring the Scarlet Strumpt forth Before thee who createdst Heav'n and Earth Thy Judgment-Seat she seems to slight and scorn Says she 's as guiltless as the Child unborn Jehovah HEr Crimes lay open and her facts declare Turn up her Skirts and let her faults appear Let th'Vniverse by her Indictment see The cause of my most just Severity Justice DRead Sov'reign of the World I will proceed And will her black Indictment loudly read Come forth Great Whore and hear your dismal charge Which shall by proofs be evidenc'd at large By th' Name of BABYLON thou' rt hither cited And by the Name of Whore thou stand'st Indicted Thou void of Grace and Gods most Holy Fear To Satans Machinations didst adhere With him to plot against thy Sov'reign Prince To whom thou ought'st to yield Preheminence In Ancient times he was thine only Spouse Our Holy Law no Bigamy allows Yet thou hast him perfidiously forsook And to thy self another Husband took And with a graceless Impudence art led By they lewd Train to an Adult'rous Bed Thou hast dethron'd him and thy brazen face Sets up a Monstrous Traitor in his place To whom thou hast Blasphemous Titles given Exalting him above the God of Heaven Thou hast not only playd th' Adulteress But plain Idolatry thou dost profess Of Treason Murder Theft abhorred things Of Burning Citys poysoning of Kings Of Undermining States and furthermore Of spoiling Trade and making Kingdoms poor Of horrid Plots of causeless bloudy Wars And of contriving cruel Massacres Thou guilty art thy bloudy Rage has hurl'd Millions of Innocents Out of the World Prodigious Numbers have in divers Lands Been Sacrific'd by thy bloud-thirsty hands Insatiate Butcheries that know no end Thou stabd'st men when thou Pity didst pretend In times of Peace thy horrid rage has shed Bloud without Measure thou hast murthered Perfidious Wretch thy nearest Neigbours when They thought themselves the most secure of mâ—n Thou hast made Currents of their guiltless 〈◊〉 To run like Waters of a mighty Flood So void of Pity your inhumane rage Destroy'd the Saints and spar'd no Sex nor Age. Speak Bloudy Whore hold up thy Graceless Head Guilty or Not By Law thou art to plead Babylon LOok down Blest Virgin and bid Justice stayâ— Speak to thy Son to drive my Foes away You Glorious Saints who near St. Mary stand In my distress lend me your helping hand All Angels and Arch-Angels I invoke To strengthen me and to divert the Stroke These Hereticks will work wy Overthrow I am amaz'd I know not what to do Belzebub WHat needs my Darling thus to stand and pause Laws Thou know'st the Custom of our Romish Though black as Hell yet be not so forlorn Swear that thou' rt guiltless as the Child unborn What Violence to Hereticksy ou do Is lawful honest and your Duty too Justice PLead Vile Delinquent or thou shalt receive The Fatal Sentence which I am to give Babylon I Do affirm the Charge is false and I All Points of this Indictment do deny Produce your Proofs I 'll stand in just Defence Of my apparent spotless Innocence Justice THat like a Harlot of thine own accord Thou hast forsaken thine Espoused Lord Will be made evident to thy disgrace By clear probation in its proper place You say that you your God can daily make Which is an Idol of a Wafer-Cake If thou dost Shrines and Images adore And prov'd to be th' Apocalyptick Whore If thou upon the Scarlet Beast doth sit And Lewdness with so many Kings commit It clearly follows from these Marks that thou Art a meer Strumpet and hast broke thy Vow If thou art by the Papal Edicts led Dis-owning Christ and making that thy Head The consequence is clear for thou must be Guilty of Whoredom and Idolatry And to examine thy Notorious Deeds This great Tribunal out of hand proceeds Call in the Witnesses Waldenses Albigenses Protestants of Piedmont Savoy c. DRead Lord we 're here And with our just Complaints do now appear That Bloudy Whore the Pris'ner at the Bar Has follow'd us with a perpetual War Because we would not to her Idols bow Nor her curs'd Edicts and base pranks allow About the dismal Year of Fifty Five
meer lump of Sin May justly curse its cause of having been Such as instruct do doubly them beget By timely Lessons lab'ring to defeat Their growth in Ill such mold their better part By wise prevention of a Canker'd heart O! then 's the time to give 'em Form and Mold For Trees admit no bending that are Old Who timely sow such seed they would have grow Will surely reap according as they sow Some like the Ape that does by hugging kill Prompt on a Child to tip his tongue with ill In his first prattle But it is less pain To form good Habits then reform the vain On th' other hand how many Children do Prove vain rebellious disobedient to Their godly Parents Slight their careful teaching Make Games of Prayer and a mock of Preaching Contempt of Parents of what kind so e'er Contracts a bitter Curse which every where Will find them out But O my aking Soul Beats sad Alarms of Grief I must condole The dismal Fate of Youth Alas how few The ways of God and Holiness pursue But very eager to obey the Devil In quickly learning every reigning Evil. Here you may see if you survey the Nation Our Youth grown old in vile abomination Such early Graduates in the Hellish Science Setting both Heaven and Hell at loud defiance Let Grace and Vertue grovel in the Dust Their Youth and Strength they 'l sacrifice to Lust That sacred Precept in the Word of Truth To mind their Maker in the Days of Youth They scorn to head Ah fools that would begin Conversion when they can no longer sin But know preposterous Sots the Day of Doom That dreadful Audit of Accounts will come How dare you run this vile Career till Death Like a Grim Serjeant comes t' arrest your breath When Tongues do faulter your Eyestrings crack When stings of Horror do your Conscience rack When Hells Abyss sets ope its spacious Gate And Troops of Devils round about you wait When nought but Horrour and Confusion seizes Upon your Sences when those foul Diseases You got by vile Debauches have at length Destroy'd your Person and subdu'd your Strength Is this a Season to Detest your Lewdness To talk of Vertue or pretend to Goodness Egregious Fools how dare you to delay Your Souls Affair to that uncertain Day O! Can you trust so grand a Work to that Moment of Anguish when you know not what When Sonnd your end will be nor yet how soon Though brisk at Morning you may die ere Noon And if unchang'd your certain Doom will be To lye in Hell to all Eternity Sion's Children O Dismal State O miserable Case Enough to daunt all that are void of Grace And crush the bragging of the stoutest mind But are there still more grievances behind Sion STill more behind O that there were no more Since they 're too many that I 've told before Masters and Servants Kings and Subjects err In their Relation does not each prefer Base Selfish Ends to gratifie a Lust Before what 's honest and supreamly Just Ah! how much time among the Saints is spent In fruitless idle Talk How negligent In holy Conference strange to each other How dull is each to quicken up his Brother In Gospel-dutys O! how few do nourish That Love and Zeal which heretofore did flourish A Love whose flaming Heat and Gen'rous Rays â—Replete with Spirit fam'd the former days â—ious Discourses may reclaim the Vile â—ut they are hard'ned in their Sins the while â—aints do converse like them and rather learn Their vicious Tricks then teach them to discern The dismal Snares and Perils that do lurk 〈◊〉 sinful Words and every evil Work â—â—me are so convetous that they would grasp The World in Arm-fulls till their latest Gasp â—â—me full of Envy others do express Their Lust on Dainties feeding to Excess 〈◊〉 nice and delicate in choice of Meat Whilst their poor Brethren scarce have bread to eat Merchants and Traders have a nimble Art To summ their Shop-books but neglect the Heart For that they think there 's time enough and look But seldom to the Reck'nings of that Book How many come for Fashion-sake to hear What one receives goes out at t'other Ear How many loyter in their Christian Race Profusely squandering the day of Grace Many like Drones on others Toyl do live Though 't is less honour to receive than give What lying cheating couz'ning and deceit Do Traders use O! how they over-rate What they would sell but if they be to buy They undervalue each Commodity But why should Pride that vile Abomination Be found in Saints must every Apish Fashion Bewitch their minds when God is so Express In strict for â—idding of so vile a Dress Prayer that Sacred Ordinance that holds An intercourse with Heaven which beholds The Fathers Glory and on High does mount Is made by many but of small account 'T is that that carrys our Desires to God And comes down fraighted with a blessed Load Of sweet Returns yet 't is much disrespected And Closet-Duty too too much neglected Scriptures themselves are slighted and dis-us'd And oft when read perverted or abus'd Helping the Weak is turn'd into a slighting Gospel-Reproofs perverted to backbiting Many that do of God their Mercy crave Yet on the Needy little Mercy have All owe their Blessings to the God of Love Yet too too many do unthankful prove Some follow Whimsies that do nearly border Upon Confusion and despise all Order Such on all Sacred Institutions trample Though fortify'd by Precept and Example As if 't were low for an exalted mind To be to Gods Declared Will confin'd But can these Men of Rapture make pretences That they have more Divine Intelligence Then all th' Illustrious Saints as Prophets Priests Apostles Martyrs and Evangelists That were the Scribes and Messengers of Heaven And strictly practic'd all the Dutys given Unto the Church which are without repeal But if they 're disanul'd who did reveal Their Abrogation to these bold Pretenders Gods Laws are sound and need no Cobling-menders But Oh! that Dismal Evil that 's behind Disturbs my Reason and distracts my Mind It is DIVISION That unhappy word Has done more Mischief than a Popish Sword Could ever do if that a sweet Communion At least of Love did but compleat our Vnion Why should Licentious Heat my Children hurry To those Extreams must they each other worry For trivial things do they not all agree â—n Fundamentals of Divinity Is there no Room for Love or must that grace Among my Children have no proper place Why must one Saint be angry with his Brother If not so tall as he or with another Because his Face is not so white as his Or that his Habit not so gawdy is Alas no Folly can be more absund Nor more exploded in Gods Holy word All should to Gospel-Purity adhere But to calumniate villifie and jeer All such as are not of their very pitch Is Anti-Gospel and a practice which The Lord abhors If