Earth were there ten thousand more For thou hast found a Salâ—e for eveâ—y Sore By thee I ravish'd am O thou most High O how my Spirit and my Soul doth cry To thee O Lord by whose enlarged Grace My Heart's enlarg'd to run the blessed Race Thou shalt me lead unto thy living Springs From thence I 'll mount up as with Eagle's Wings Unto the Heavenly Mount of Faith's Desire Where I thy glory great may much admire And then will I descend down from above To be imbraced in the Arms of Love I 'll hold thee fast and never let thee go For by the loss of thee what grievous wo Did I sustain O what great misery Thou hidst thy face and troubled sore was I. Thee having though nought else 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 Lord things be not what they be All things are nothing when compar'd with thee I am thy portion Lord though didst me chuse And thou my poâ—tion art I 'll â—e'er refuse But thou O God shalt be my Heritage Thou art a God of Grace from age to age And therefore evermore I 'll dwell with thee For thou O God my hiding place shalt be In time of trouble and of fury great I will unto thy holy Name retreat Which is a Tower strong to all that fly With care and speed from their iniquity Thou light in darkness art and joy in grief Though I in trouble am thou send'st relief When I am down thou lift'st me up on high And I thy Name O God will magnifie And with much patience I will undergo Thy indignation Lord for well I know That I have sinn'd against thy holy Name And therefore 't is that I do suffer shame And though this day I am but low and mean Poor and despis'd and so long time have been Yet for my good I know that thou wilt make it And with content I therefore now will take it And will wait on thee till thou dost arise To break in pieces all our Enemies My precious Cause then I will leave with thee Which thou O Lord wilt doubtless plead for me Thy Voice great God is to my Soul so sweet I am reviv'd and set upon my feet O I can sing in hopes of what I see Thou hast O Loâ—d laid Blessings up for me And now O Whore that art my bitter Foe My day is near I would have thee to know My God han't me forsook for he will now Set me on high and make thee for to bow And shalt with shame cover thy filthy Head Whilst I in triumph shall upon thee tread Because so long thou hast upon me â—rod And in contempt hast said Where is thy God He will therefore in right retaliate And bring just Judgements down upon thy pate BABYLON Zion thy self mistake thou dost The Day will still be mine Wherefore then dost thou proudly boast As if it would be thine I for my Wounds have got a Cure At ease I am and well I very safe am and secure And so I know shall dwell My Glory is return'd to me Which I had lost indeed No Widowhood more shall I see From sorrow I am freed A Queen I am so shall remain And have my Pleasures still For so long as my Lord doth raign I can do what I will For he doth me most dearly love And mighty strength has he All other Lords he is above They all his servants be He is the chief in all the Earth And sits in Peter 's Chair The Keys of Hell and Death he hath And is past all compare The Dragon from whence did derive His power strength and seat Thee to the Wildernesse did drive There for to seek thy meat And they have got the same pow'r still Who daâ—es make waâ— with them To spoil them is beyond the skill Of all that them condemn One Emperor and also Kings Love me as doth appear My name in every Court so rings Ruine I do not fear My Sons likewise are Noble men For Dukes and Lords they be They will secure me alwayes when Great dangers they do see Their Honours and their Riches too From me they have them all They know they should them lose also If ever I should fall The Lawyers too and Priests I know Dear Children to me are To keep me from an overthrow Their lives they will not spare The Merchants yea and thousands more Will all lend me their hand Ceâ—tain I am from hence therefore Secure I long shall stand And thus thou clearly may'st behold What strength is on my side And although I am now grown old With glory I shall ride And as for God the Lord most high He hath spar'd me so long He doth love me assuredly And will do me no wrong Falsly accus'd am I therefore As if God did mean me When he speaks of the wicked Whore That shall destroyed be 'T is some one else that God doth mean His Church in truth am I And from all sin I am wash'd clean Thy speech I do defie ZION Leave off leave off 't is thou O bloody Whore Do not thou think thou shalt for evermore Thus dominere in pomp and wicked pride For God ere long thy Rulers will divide Those mighty ones in whom are all thy trust Long shall not hold but into pieces must Be surely broken this thou soon shalt see Here here begins thy bitter misery Those that did love thee most will hate thee so That they will seek thy utter overthrow As was their love their hatred now will be And to destroy thee they will all agree For thou hast them inslav'd unto thy lust Whilst they like simpâ—e ones in no wise durst Offend or cross thy vile and bloody mind For they have been bewitch't they now will find By thy alluring Voice and lustful Eye To joyn with thee in all iniquity Thy flatteries shaâ—l them no more deceive Nor thy base Whoredoms thousands more bereave Of inward Good and outward Riches so As they have been to their eternal wo. They then shall see thy vile and ill intent In setting them against the Innocent To satiâ—fie thy lust and base desire Their sinful Hearts alas were set on fire And through the provocation of the Devil Have yeilded to commit such horrid Evil That there 's no Pen can write no Tongue declare What things were acted almost every where For throughout Europe either more or less There hath been wrought indeed such wickedness Which surely would cause Hearts of Stone to melt When they consider what my Children felt And did indure from savage Tyrants great Who cruelly those tender Lambs did treat More then did ever the blood-thirsty Turk Which Tyrants thou didst always set on work Some hints of which here briefly doth insue Which I shall now present unto your view And what at this time I lay to thy Charge
I 'd briefly speak and shall not much enâ—arge For men have writ great Volumns thou dost know Which of thy cruelties do largely show Thou hast all men opprest in every Age But eveâ—moâ—e thy spiteful Hellish rage Was always set against my Children dear Who could not to thy wicked ways adhere Thou mad'st the Magistrates their Enemies Aâ—d the worst torments that thou couldst devise Thou madst them suffer stoâ—ie plainly shows Some thou didst hang by th' Head some by the Toes And thousands thou didst burn and broil on Coals And others starve to death in stinking holes Some thou didst cut to pieces very small And Infants Brains were dash'd against the Wall On Bodies of the Saints thou trod'st like dung Thou spard'st no Sex neither the old nor young By thy curs'd Crew Women were ravished And after cruelly were knock'd o' th' Head Some had their Eys and Tongues by thee pull'd out Some haâ—borless were made and forc'd about To wander and in Woods and Caves to lie Until their days were spent in misery Thousands were famish'd so till forc'd to eat Worms Frogs Toads and Spiders for their meat Thy Câ—uelties all People may admire Thou hast poor Children forced to set fire To that same Wood in which their Parents dear By burning Flames consum'd to Ashes were By cruel Massacres were thousands slain Who did endure the most in humane pain That Bishops Monks and Fryars could devise Whose Blood aloud to God for Vengeance cries What precious Blood was shed in Italy In Spain also yea and in Germany How were the Merindolians put to death For Cruelties were e'er the like on Earth The Massacres in Piedmont were sad And many more in France there were as bad As for Spain's Inquisition-Cruelties And of those many horrid miseries That they invented for Religions sake 'T would fill a Volumn should I them relate But I 'll forbeaâ— to speak of them at large And leave them to the day wherein the charge Of all the Righteous Blood that hath been shed Shall come with Vengeance down upon the Head Of all thy proud and persecuting crew That studied have the Righteous to undoe The precious blood which wicked hands did spil In Ireland I do remember still Thou there didst play a very cruel part Poor innocents were there stob'd to the heart Yea grievous tortures those poor Lambs did bear Because they would not buy thy Popish ware But to come nearer home within this Land How many blessed Saints at thy command Were crueâ—ly to ashes burnt at Stake Because God's Truth they no wise durst forsake As in the Marian dayes ye and before I dare not say that yet thou hast giv'n o're And hast forgot to make attempts again For I do clearly see there doth remain The self-same Spirit hadst thou but the power Both me and mine thou quickly wouldst devour For secretly I do perceive this day Thy Romish Ruffins like to Beasts of prey Do now contrive and privately design To work the ruine both of me and mine Wiâ—l not those horrid wretched cruelties That thou hast done thy raging lust suffice Why thou art drunk already and dost reel And yet thou cryest O give O give me still The blood of Hereticks that I may drink O fill my Cup up to the very brink 'T is full O Whore for this I clearly see All precious blood the Lord doth charge on thee That e'er was shed from Righteous Abels daies ' Tâ—ill all be found in thee the Scripture saies O shameless vile and wretched bloody Whore Hast drunk so much wouldst thou yet have more What blood of Prophets and Apostles too Of Christ the Lord whom thou hast also slew And since those dayes hast many millions slain Whose Blood and Souls do to the Lord complain For Righteous Judgements to be pour'd on thee For all thy vile and bloody cruelty Prepare thy self for ruine for I 'm sure The patient God much longer won't indure Ere he avenge the cause of his dear Son For all the wrongs thou hast unto him done Those who would see more of thy cruelties Let them read my Son Fox his Histories BABYLON O why dost thou father Christs death on me This is a lie all people plain may see That I am free of this all people know Foâ— who put him to death the Scriptures show Don't charge his death on me for I am clear But Hereticks fit were not to live here I therefoâ—e did such kill and sweep away And so 't is fit I should this present day For if to holy Church they won't be turn'd 'T is fit in truth that they should all be burn'd ZION That this is true vile Whore I 'le prove it plain That thou hast my most blessed Jesus slain For if all precious Blood is found in thee That e'er was spilt by hands of cruelty It followeth then by consequent most clear That thou hast shed the Blood of Christ most dear The former's so I shew'd it thee before Therefore 't is true be silent say no more But stop thy mouth for this I further see That many times he hath been slain by thee Under thy Romish pow'r his Flesh did die In Spirit since thou didst him crucifie And what thou hast unto God's Servants done He takes as if thou didst it to his Son He also is the Head they Members are Of his own Body whence it doth appear Thou hast tormented him in every part And hast oft-times pluckt out his very heart Thou hast Imprison'd Scourged him also Ye burnt and hang'd and starved him I know Can the dear body thus be put to pain And not the head the like sore grief sustain And more then this to shew what thou hast done The Father Son and blessed Saints are one What ere therefore thou hast done unto me Thou hast it done unto the Trinity Who touch God's Saints the apple of his eye Do also touch O dreadful tyrannie For men to persecute the Lord of Life And with the mighty God to be at strife When Saul afflicts the Saints then Christ doth cry Saul Saul 'T is me that thou dost crucifie This is the reason of thy wicked spight Thou bear'st unto the blessed Saints of Light It is because that they do testifie Against thy Whoredoms and Adultery As they are men thou dost not persecute But 't is because they won't God's Name pollute 'T is Christ in them and them foâ— his Name sake That thou dost hate and such a spoil dost make But it is from the Lord that they can't now Unto thy whoredoms and thy falsehoods bow Revenge thy self on God who is the cause Why they contemn all thy invented Laws Let these alone do not in mischiefs run For these alas what have these poor Lambs done Ye Persecutors all mind well I pray The dreadful work you are about this day But I 'le return and talk with thee yet further Who guilty art most clear of horrid murther And yet dost wipe thy mouth and
That you straight way shall on this Stâ—umpet fall Wait now with patience therefore on the Lord Until his saving strength he doth afford And make to him always your supplication For from him onely is my expectation O sigh with me and in your Spirits groan And send stroâ—g câ—ies up to his gracious Throne Do you give him no rest until he hath Made me the only Praise of all the Earth And I 'll lift up my Voice to God on high And make my moan to him and thus will cry O Lord my Lord consider my estate Let me remain no longer desolate Am I not dear and precious in thy sight My sad Complaint do thou nor therefore slight But let thy Bowels now towards me move For sure I am thou dost me dearly love Thou hast redeem'd me with thy precious Blood And nothing thou hast thought foâ— me too good Lord though I sinned have do thou forgive And let my Children dear in concord live Teach them all truly to know thee O Lord And worship thee in peace with one accord Let not the wicked of me make a spoil Who Thee abhor and Me esteem most vile Thou dost cast down and raise up wound and cure And nothing is to hard for thee I 'm sure Thou knowst my grief there 's nothing hid from thee Arise O Lord for to deliver me Long time between the Serpent vile and me Thou know'st there has been bitter Enmity Above five thousand years h' hath bruis'd my Heel And I this day that grievous sore do feel Thou hast declar'd O Lord my Seed shall break His cursed Head for thou wilt Vengance take On this vile Serpent and his cursed Seed Which first did wound my Heel and made it bleed But when O Lord Is not the time yet come That thou wilt put an end to his Kingdom In Achor's Valley open thou a Door And make me sing as once I did before O do thou break the bonds of my distress And bring me Lord out of this Wilderness Let me break forth like to the Sun most bright And as an Army terrible in fight O take away the Vail that covers me And these thick Clouds that I may clearly see What is thy mind in this thy Dispensation And know the work of thâ—s my Generation It 's time for thee O Lord to plead my Cause For wicked men make void thy Righteous Laws Obedience to their Law they say is Reason Thine to obey they make as bad as Treason Lord where thou sittest thou dost see and hear That in their shame they glory without fear Thy fearful Judgements they do not regard But sin the more their Hearts are grown so hard Judgements deferr'd in sin doth make them bold Scorning in their vile course to be control'd As if thy dreadful hand their Lives did spare To sin against thee without fear or care Saying within theiâ— hearts We aâ—e past by To serve our Lusts in all Iniquity Thinking that God who doth forbear to strike Of them and their debauched ways doth like Or else as if some interposing Cloud From Gods all-searching-Eye could be a shrouâ— Supposing that thy Seat is so on high That thou their sinful doings canst not spy Or that since thou their Judgments hast delay'd Thou l't do it still they are no whit afraid Thus they thy blessed patience do abuse And true Repentance wickedly refuse Whereby they do unto themselves procure Great wrath from Heaven which they shall sure endure And fit themselves for the great day of slaughter When into sorrow shall be turn'd their laughter Thy sev'n last plagues thou wilt pour forth on them Because they do both Grace and Truth contemn And how canst thou with them so long forbear Who to thy face thee scornfully do dare Saying Make speed that we thy work may see And know thy Counsel whatsoe'er it be Is not their sinful Cup fill'd to the top That thou mightst off these mighty Cedars lop Cut down these Trees O Lord but spare thy Vine Which thou amongst the Trees hast chose for thine Make that O God to flourish and be green And fruitful as before time it hath been Thou brought'st this Vine from Egypt heretofore From thence Lord bring it out again once more Make room for it to â—oot the Land to fill The Boughs thereof let shade the highest Hill From Sea to Sea let her her Branches send And from all wâ—ongs her graciously defend Make up her Hedge her Fence which like a Wall Secure and safe should keep her now from all Those wild Beasts of the field with the wild Boar Who to devour and waste will ne'er give o'er Visit thy Vine O Lord do thou behold That which thou plant'st and prisedst more then gold Do they not burn and of it make a spoil And thou dost hide thy face too all this while Who is this Vine but me whom thou hast chose Both Vine and Lily and thy Sharon Rose I am thy Love Dove Undefiled One Why dost thou then let me be trod upon By thy own Grace I am made thus to thee Consider now therefore my misery For I am scorch'd and burnt in grievous pain And shall I never more thy Love obtain Hast thou withdrawn thy self for evermore And will these days of Sorrow ne'er be o'er O I am wounded and in bitter smart Sure it 's not long ere these will break my heart ZIONS SONS Mourn mourn O Heav'ns and thou O Earth bewail And weep ye Saints until your Spirits fail For she that is the Glory of the Earth Most High and Mighty and of precious Birth Lies sadly weltring almost in despair Her grievous sorrows no Tongue can declare And now my Brethren come I pray come hither And in Gods fear let us confer together Doth not Gâ—ief seiz on you my Brethren dear Doth not your hearts dissolve into a tear Doth not your eyes like to a fountain run Doth not all Joy now into Mourning turn Doth not your sleep also from you depart Are you not peirced to the very heart Are you or are you not in bitterness Because of Zion and her sore distress How can our hearts delight in things below How can we sleep in peace as others do How can we comfort have or comfort find Or how can we the Worlds concernments mind How can we eat or drink with Hearts content And not with Grief poor Zion's state lament Because that our dear Mother is a crying She sighs and sobs as if she were a dying She languisheth and is in bitter pain And in this state all do her much disdain She is reproach'd by every drunken Sot Being cast out like to a broken Pot She is despis'd and trod upon like Dung The Drunkard of her makes his dayly Song But I will turn and will expostulate The case with Zion touching her estate Why art thou sometimes up then down again Sometimes at ease sometimes in bitter pain They 're doubtless throes chear up and do not fear
of their native Soyl Before they will their Consciences defile Or otherwise to suffer or be slain Than to expose the Gospel to disdain These are the Souls I love I love most dear Who for the Gospels sake exposed are To all those troubles I before did tell That they with Christ for evermore might dwell But O that men should ever be so blind Who lived have where Gospel-Light hath shin'd My Children dear thus for to persecute Because they can't Gods holy Name polute If they were cast amongst the Turks or Jews Doubtless they would not them so badly use As some of mine have been within this Nation For witnessing against abomination Ah! Wo is me for this is a sad time Now Godliness is counted for a Crime The Gospel now poor Souls you must not preach For of their Laws they say it is a breach Nor meet together in Christs holy Name But to the Goal you must go for the same If you do venture once more and again Then Banishment or Death must be your pain Alas poor Souls If this falls to your lot 'T will be for good Don't care for it a jot Though I câ—â—not forbear to grieve and mourn That you thus dealt with are whom I have born Yet I had rather you sâ—ould chuse to die Than any of you should your Lord deny But I lament and greatly for all those Who out of Ignorance do you oppose Who shall ere long be brought in unto me For whom in paâ—n I travel tiâ—l it be But there are thousands more within this Land Who with the Beast are like to fall or stand I do grieve aâ—so and that very sore Because the Gospel wants an open Door Instead whereof a piece of stuff is read Whereby poor Souls in no wise can be fed No better then the Body of a man Can nourish'd be with Husks or Chaff or Bran Which my Beloved never did compose Nor ever on poor men at all impose But the Inventions are of mens own Brain O that therefore all would it much disdain They to impose it think it Policy To keep themselves in safe security Thus Jeroboam too by his gâ—eat sin Thought with himself in saâ—ety to have bin Gods Threshold is digg'd down by wicked haâ—ds And in its room another Threshold stands But hark methinks I hear my Foes a hisling As if some of my Sons of late were missing O let me mourn as wâ—ll indeed I may For those dear Sons I lost the other day But not because they 're to their Father gone For so they 're out o' th' storm that 's coming on But â—ather ' câ—use they might have useful been To me if God t' have spar'd them good had seen And also ' cause the Enâ—my doth boast Saying Tour Expectation is quite lost My very heart is pierced whilst they say Where is the God to whom so oft you pray For they having escap'd his mighty hand Resolv'd to make more strong my heavy band They do blaspheme swear curse and domineer As if nor God nor Devil they did fear But to return and of my great loss speak This thing doth cause my very heart to ake For I do fear some did these idolize As others to their worth did not them prize Offeâ—ded doubtlâ—ss is my righteous God That he hath struck me with his heavy Rod And yet my Children they do not agree That do remain nor live in unity Alas I see hat love doth much decline Even ev'ry day in these poor Babes of mine Strifes and debates amongst them are so high They envy one another piteously They grieve themselves in this and me also And unto Christ and Truth much wrong they do O that they all were once but as one man How would the Gospel spread anâ—â—lourish then But ah this Rod their juâ—gements han't inform'd Nor yet their Conversation â—eform'd For some there are that walk but carnally And little mâ—nd the stroke of the most High Alas with these it will go very bad Whom frowns nor smiles will turn nor yet the Rod. O mouâ—n my Children you have not done well The Voice within this Rod doth plainly tell O mourn and weep I say cry bitterly For I your Mother weep lament and cry Your Father loves you dear and so â—o I In love h' hath smitten you assuredly It 's doubtâ—esly to purge your Souls from sâ—n Which you of late have much abounded in And if that you your Ways do not amend Some greater Judgement surely God will send Besides the great reproach you bring to me My dawning Glory you will hardly see The day is dark that I have lived in And here of late much darker it hath been Thick Clouds do hide the glorious glistering Skies Some mists or fogs do shade or blind my Eyes Because the day abides of my distress Some Children fall now in the Wilderness Who murmur in their hearts against the Lord That Canaan to them he doth not afford Alas I shall be thin before that I Be ready for that blessed Liberty And some there are that seemingly do feed Amongst my Sheep of whom I would be freed For though that they are called by my Name Yet they do cause iâ— for to suffer shame Some Truths of Christ indeed these do profess But not his saving Grace and Life possess I never brought them forth they are not mine Do thou O Hagar own them for they 're thine After the Flesh they 're born and so do walk Though of the Spirit they do sometimes talk The day draws near when such shall be afraid All Hypocrites in me shall be dismaid For such I therefore now do greatly grieve Because that they do thus their Souls deceive When the Bridegroom doth to his Chamber come These in that glorious Place will finde no room But they must go into eternal Pain If quickly now they are not born again Thus do I spend my days in grief and care Because so few the mighty GOD do fear Though fearful Judgements he doth oft times send It 's not his Word nor Works will make them bend Nor minde the operation of his hand They slight strange Prodigies by Sea and Land Which of great Ruines are a plain symptom That from the God of Vengeance soon will come For greater Judgements there are still behind The Truth of which you all shall quickly find ZION's SONS O how can we this Lamentation hear Or patiently this doleful mourning bear That our dear Mother should take on her thus Our hearts are pain'd our Spiâ—its fayl in us Whence comes that Beast of whom thou hast complain'dâ— What is he and how long hath he thus raign'd ZION From Hell beneath this Monster did proceed As in the Revelations you may read He is the Little Horn the Man of Sin Above twelve hundred years my Foe hath bin Once he receiv'd I know a deadly wound But for the same a cure he since hath found And â—eing heal'd he glories in his power As if he would me