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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A64550	A propheticall love-song by one of the sons of Zion, in the dayes of his youth, in his travel towards the holy land through the wilderness. Being a certain true testimony by an infallible spirit of prophesie, of what should befall him in his safe arrival there, with the certainty of that and his portion then. In which is intermingled the miserable estate of all the gentiles, the wicked world, the backsliding house of Israel, the Jews called by the name of Quakers, as it was given forth about the beginning of the a month, 1661. With several other things since, and some before, as at the beginning of each is expressed. And now published in its season, by John Thomas.	Thomas, John, rhymester.	1661 (1661)	Wing T966; ESTC R219262	10,151	21

A Propheticall LOVE-SONG By one of the Sons of Zion in the dayes of his Youth in his Travel towards the Holy Land through the Wilderness Being a certain true Testimony by an Infallible Spirit of Prophesie of what should befall him in his safe Arrival there with the certainty of that and his portion then In which is intermingled the miserable Estate of all the Gentiles the wicked World the backsliding House of Israel the Jews called by the Name of Quakers as it was given forth about the beginning of the 2 Month 1661. With several other things since and some before as at the beginning of each is expressed And now Published in its Season By John Thomas LONDON Printed for the Author in the year 1661. A Propheticall LOVE-SONG SIng to the praise and glory of the Lord All you that can with voice with one accord Sing praises to him from the inward part Where his pure Law is written in the heart Thou blessed seed of Jacob sweetly sing A Song of Love unto thy blessed King There 's none besides thy self that hath the voice To sing aright nor rightly to rejoyce Before the Lord thy God thy King of peace Who by his might will make thy Wars to cease For thou art he that rightly for him sought And he for thee thy Battels all have fought He ne'r will cease to strive for Jacob's right Until he sends his Foes all out of sight Therefore O worm be quiet and be still The Lord thy God will do thy work with skill Consider well how he thy work began Look thou to him but never trust in man For he is faithful and will bring to passe All things for thee and make thy foes like grasse To fade and wither when he doth appear Then must they shrink for none dares draw him near Great is thy God and glorious is his Name Great is his Might and great will be his Fame When he hath finish'd all his work below Their eyes shall see and then their heart shall know How he hath wrought in faithfulness for thee Whilst thou wert weake and in adversity When all thy Foes did compass thee about How he stood peer and put them to the rout How when the Tempter stood in wily wise With outward glory for to please thy eyes He gave thee counsel which was safe and sound That did preserve thy soule and him confound How in thy suffrings he did thee support And made thy strength like to a Royall Fort Well arm'd well man'd with Amunition strong Void of all fear though 't were besieged long Nay to be brief in every state and station Thy God confounded the rebellious Nation Yea all the Nations that did stout withstand Thy passage free unto the promised land In various waies he did them overthrow And this in time thy heart shall surely know Then shalt thou sing and of a truth declare That all his works they works of wonders are What though the blind and darkned soules deny The works of God and all his wonders high Because they are not wrought all in their way Therefore they rage and would not he should sway Sad are their thoughts and sadnesse shall possesse Their hearts and soules yea anguish and distresse Shall sure surprize their inward with great pain That would not have thy glorious God to Reign Their eyes shall sink within their holes so low As not to see the God they would not know When Famine comes then they shall sure be fed With their own flesh in lieu of goodly bread Their tongues likewise shall cleave unto the roof Of their own mouthes because they hate reproof Yea when in torments they are fiery hot They shall seeke death but they shall find it not Assuredly this is the bitter Lot Of all the wicked that delights to plot Against the just to wrong him without cause Inflicting torments contrary to Laws Devising mischief for to undermine The innocent that wrongs not thee nor thine Oh Jacobs seede come let us joyne and sing Unto the Lord our only God and King The songs of Zion for he maketh haste To conquer all and lay three Nations waste He makes the Earth to stagger where we go He makes it reele and stagger too and fro He overturns and overturn he will Untill his glory cover every hill And all the Mountains that be high and steep Be each removed far into the deep He that begun will never cease 't is true In conquering untill he hath conquer'd you That have been fierce to keepe his seed in thrall From their just freedome on his name to call All earthly minds shall drink of deep confusion Which they 'l receive from inward deep infusion Oh earthly man how long wilt thou remain Striving for death whilst life should be thy gaine Shall that pure light which thou doest still dispise Be but rejected by thy carnall eyes And much contemned as a thing of nought Although it ever thy salvation sought Rowse up awake whilst that thou mai'st and know The tim 's but short before the fatall blow Be surely laid upon the heads of those That oft were cal'd but still continued foes The keeper shuts the door to keep all out That would not come whose hearts were ever stout My soule begins to melt to think that they Should be such fools so to neglect their day And bring upon themselves such misery With weeping wailing Oh the doleful cry The mourning howling that 's within their land Now all their buildings found built on the sand Behold the Lamb that hath been mild and meek Although you cry although you to him seek Yet will he not regard your yoice nor call But be a Lyon fierce among you all There is no Plea that can ppease his wrath His face is fury fierce he knows the path You walked in he knows full well the way You did refuse when that it was your day His sore displeasure you must sure abide There is no place on earth for you to hide Although you call unto the Mountains high To cover you it cannot from his eye Nay all the things that formerly you built Are spoiled quite and all their Vertue spilt Your Plea of wonders and sad sanctity Will but augment your pain and misery I tell you plain you that will not beware Will suddenly be caught within this snare From whence no Art nor skill can get thee free But thou shalt ever there tormented be Thy conscience then shall know assuredly The worm that lives that worm will never die That worm shall sure bring all thy pains to passe That thou wert told of when thou wert an Asse Wildly wandring on the Mountains high And on each hill that reached near the sky But in the Valleys thou wouldst not be seen To seed on pastures that were fresh and green Thou wouldst no water that the plant might thrive For to refresh and keep thy soul alive Behold therefore with dough thou shalt be fed Thy hungry maw shall