heads and sing A Palinode recanting every thing Some their oppressed stomacks up would bring Cause now 's the time God's judging for the King Whose blood they shed Lands bought broke the hedg Of Government God give them mercy on the Sledge His friends triumph his foes their hands do wring The Papists mourn the Sects are sad trembling Rebels Regicides now may have their swing True Subjects cry we hate proud Levelling The people they their Parlaments are chusing Most Rumpish men the people still refusing The bent and strength voyce o th' Nation sing Chuse such a Parlament that may bring our King God orders Providence for the self-same thing Monke with the Parlament our Charls doth bring Foul poysonous Serpents and that Rumpish sting That pickt our purse and suckt our blood forcing Subjection by that proud and bloody thing Are all afraid o th' Parlaments sitting Why should Free Parlament such terrour bring But Conscience guilt into their souls did fling State-cheaters base and all base Treasurers cry We must cast up account before we dye We Houses bought and built and purchast Land Then for a cipher now they 'l a figure stand God's just at last though some years suffering sin The wickeds reck'ning day it will come in The Rump's thrice roasted if we can repent Our sad and black account we may prevent Gods time is best to which we all subscribe All faithfull Subjects and true Levies Tribe We often pray'd and sigh'd and groan'd to see Our God take off Egyptian misery When shall our Moses come and Aarons too To judge these Traitors and our snares undo Was ever people thus opprest blest God Wee murmure not at thy Divine blest Rod But pray'd for justice and for King and Laws That might throw down this stinking sinking cause Grudge not at Pharaohs or th' Egyptians Plush God did preserve us in the burning bush As all the plagues in that Grand Rump did share So all our blessings in this settling are Bless God that did our Princes all preserve From dangers great at home abroad to serve Him in their Generations holy just To rule by Law and not by will and must Gods blessed Providence ruling here and there Protects the just and innocent every where Say no man did it but the King of Kings To fit them for most glorious blessed things The Rump is burnt the Tragedy is ending God bless King Charls for stil his Faith 's defending So let his enemies perish all wee sing God hath brought home our Soveraign Lord the King Religion's come with Laws and Liberty Peace plenty Justice and Prosperity King Charls his glory now doth fully shine In this our Charls and in the blessed Trine Our Rampant Lion's come whom but to name 'S joy to his friends and to his foes their shame And with him those two Royal Gracious Springs Of Mercy Truth and Peace and all blessings My Muse is weary of this Rumpish story Only refresht to sing King Charls his glory If any take offence it is because They 're guilty of the wrong to King and Laws To sing King Charls his welcome Heaven inspire My chearful Muse and kindle all her fire Amen and Amen AN HUMBLE ELOGIVM and Joyfull Acclamation FOR The Welcome home of our Soveraign Lord the KING CHARLS By the Grace of God King of England Scotland France Ireland Defender of the Antient Catholick Apostolick Protestant Faith which was professed by the Antient Primitive Church Sealed with the blood of many Kings and Princes Nobles and Bishops and other Faithful Saints Crowned with the glory of Martyrdome And who is in all Causes and over all Persons as well Ecclesiastical as Civil next and immediatly under Christ supreme Governour in these his Majesties Realms and Dominions Nunquam libertas Gratior extat Quam sub Rege pio Regis ad exemplum 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 PYerian Sisters sacred three times three Olympick Joves most Royal Progeny You that frequent the Heliconian Spring And on Parnassus Hill do sit and sing Send down a quil from Angel Gabriels wing To write the welcome home of Charls our King Assist me now with your Seraphick skill Englands most joyfull Triumph to fulfill How all things did concur from Heavens high To wait upon great Charls his Majesty I' th' Heavens above the glorious Angels sing I' th' air the birds with joy exalt the wing The winds blew fair the seas were calm each thing Joy'd here below ith'earths most peacefull spring Blest May King Charls his month hence flourishing Then born then own'd and then proclaimed King Thus Heavens air seas and earth ships loyalling All strive to kisse the hand now royalling All in their order and in their nature bring A joyfull welcome home to Charls our King The Lords and Commons sit our gracious King Prevents them all his mercy offering A gracious pardon like God himself forgiving The greatest sinners that were ever living If they repent return his Goodness leading The Parlament to think on waies of healing Most blessed letters and blest Proclamation That ever came unto a troubled nation Mercy it from the God of mercy springs It makes men like unto the King of Kings That wondrous star that at his birth did shine One thousand six hundred thirty Mays twenty nine Gods Sabbaths eve did then unite in bloud All Europes princely families great and good In this blest Prince great British Majesty And also the great Saxon royalty Both Danes and Normans race that German Prince Elector Palatine increast his glory hence Swede Pole and most of Christian Princes doe Acknowledge their Alliance him unto This on the Fathers side is wondrous glory For this Great Charls who now 's the whole worlds story The Spanish Austrian on the Mothers side Burbones of France they herein sweetly glide The Medices of Florence they come in And now the Prime of Aurange more than bin These with our Roses Lillies do entwine Which make King Charls his welcome more Divine Englands great splendor that frees us from oppressing Christs Faith's defender and so Gods gracious blessing One thousand six hundred and thirtieth year Mayes twenty nine the stars type doth appear Last Tuesday in each month hee fasts retiring Consults with God and all his waies admiring First Tuesday in this May hee 's own'd as King By th' Parlament a blessed happy thing Next Tuesday in this May proclaim'd our King Both Parlament and City flourishing Last Tuesday nine and twentieth of this May Our glorious King appears his own Birth-day For one black Tuesday three are very clear All welcoming King Charls his coming here The Winds thought it their Honour for to come And blow King Charls and his Royal Brothers home From Hollands Hague the Seas rejoyc'd much more To bring our King and Princes to our shore Brave Mountagues great Ships are now turn'd Royal For why King Charls hath made them truly loyal He 's come he 's come the doubling ecchoes cry Dovers white
scorn to set their hand The Rump thinks All their own are basely proud Yet sure Kings bloud toth ' Heavens cryes aloud Seven Things like Heads and Hornes this Rumpish thing No Head All Tayl unto three Kingdomes bring Their own House first like Serpents Vipering The Rumpish part the Major part out fling The I le of Wight's Concessions Ravelling By their proud Army all things levelling About four hundred of their house protesting With many Lords and all good men detesting Their black designes then Holiness professing They Cheat the City next and so progressing They Cheat the Presbyterians who not perceiving Their dark deep Plots are caught in their deceiving Vote the King's Trial and then set up a Court Of Lawless Bloudy men them to support Base Rhadamantus Bradshaw's Preists are praying With Jezabel Fast whiles they their King betraying The Scotch Commissioners from their Parlament Now Charge the Rump with breach of Covenant Embassadors come from Holland full of Grief The States desire to save King Charles his life But they that now are heightned in Rebellion Change Lawes and Oathes and so must change Religion The Lamb 's brought forth the Charge is drawn producing False Witnesses the Sects are all Rejoycing The King 's at Bar Traitors o' th' Bench him Greeting In his own Courts Injustice makes the meeting The Law 's arraign'd a Juncto base is sitting The Jesuites Designes them alwayes fitting Before they hear him his death subscribe and seal Persians Jewes Turks come shew a parallel The power of that Court the King denying He must not speak they Sentence pass for dying Our Pilate washt in 's own King's bloud Murdering Blest Charles who like his Saviour suffering Like to the Lamb of God this Lamb is pardoning His Foes so dyes the Rump their hearts are hard'ning Thy Palace was thy Calvary blest King There thou our Martyr Thy Royal Head a Spring Of Wisdom's Goodness for pure Conscience dying Untill Reveng'd Kings bloud 's a sin still crying Black Forty eights Ter deno Jani sadning All Christians hearts the Rumpish Sects are bathing Themselves in our dear Princes bloud flattering Their false proud Hopes never to see a scattering The Scaffold Charles his Olivet ascending Where Saints and Angels Glory sing Transcending They Traiterously thus murder Charles our King At his own House the House of Banqueting At one sad blow three Kingdomes Murdering All that was sacred Laws and Faith disordering They never thought of Justice for to bring Themselves to Judgment make this Charles our King But God's the God of Kings his righteous Judging Made us submit and mourn and leave our Grudging How can my Subjects live Justice expecting So our Blest Charles Their King they thus rejecting No Law made these a Court to Try our King Of all Injustice now the Rump's the Spring The Law of Thieves the Sword that lawless Thing All our black Miseries to pass did bring Those Courts of Justice were of their own making His Life his Lands his Laws his Power Taking Good God wher 's Justice now Thine own Anointed Our Hopes our Hearts our Head our Law 's disjoynted The well built Pillars of three Kingdom 's down They Cull and take the power and the Crown King Nobles Commons and the Clergy then Become a Sacrifice to these bloudy Men. That God Heavens Earth and Men should see this thing All silent be my Muse he 's silencing Priests of th' Ignatian brood this Rump stir up Others deluded doe also fill the Cup. Catilines and Scylla's and base Marius plots Are nothing to these Demogorgons knots Such Saints of base and mean extraction doe That 's fit for Villaines and for Divels too England Repent and Mourn A woful Thing 'S committed in thee Murdering Charls thy King Religion is pretended for this Act And God's Grand Justice for this cursed Fact God will be Just Great Charles his Royal Suffering 'S a Sacrifice three Kingdomes Royal Offering We pray'd for Justice True this Charles to see Their Common Wealth 's our Common Misery O God forgive thy People truly Mourning For this Grand sin though some were hardned spurning At thy Grand patience Thy Act of Mercy Great And Full Oblivion we humbly Lord Intreat Thousands were Innocent of this Grand dissembling Whose Souls in humbling sorrow have been trembleing These Men the worst of Murderers Fame doth Sing The Best of Kings Blest Charles our Royal King All those that in this sin are still persisting And so thy Gracious Mercy still Resisting Bring them to Justice Lord their Soules yet save For none but Devils Damnation of them Crave In Man's Grand Justice give them mercy Great And for that Cursed Fact Repentance meet Wee doe believe that thou art God forgiving If wee Repent and change our wicked living The Rump then Vote their Lords an useless thing It 's just with God they suffer with their King Some Lords most coldly out from their House going Whilst Rump and Armed Sects are us undoing They Vote the House of Lords a dangerous thing And burdensome the Office of a King When they were then more burdensome than both Customes Excize and Taxes made us loathe Their Government they new Delinquents made For to keep up their stinking Rumpish trade Brave Reinoldson Lord Mayor would not proclaim Their Act ' gainst Kingly Government and Name Sequestred and Imprison'd in the Tower This was the Justice of that Rumpish power They do the greatest Treason yet make Laws That all 's high treason done against their Cause The Crown the Jewels Hangings and the rest Of the Kings Goods are sold not to the best Both they themselves and eke their Army buy And City friends King Charls his Treasury They kisse betray and kill and yet are praising Their own base Acts all Subjects true upbraiding Three Kingdoms Justice Law Power rending And yet Lay-Priests Lay-Prelats them commending The people never chose them such a thing A Common-wealth ' gainst Law and ' gainst their King High Courts of cruel foul injustice making Who by proud Tyrants power share partaking Both Witness Judge and Jury too did buy Themselves th' Estates of those they doom'd to dye Flusht with Kings bloud then Lords Priests they slay All but themselves they alwayes did betray How many suffer Death none Death deserving The Rumpish stinking power for preserving Duke Hamilton Earle Holland next condemning And brave Lord Capel dyes His King Commending The Earle of Norwich getteth a Reprieve And Sir John Owen's voted for to Live And Dorislaus is in Holland slain Vengeance begins for blood their cause did stain The Royal Issue stately and Princely things Are still preserv'd by God the King of Kings Gracious and blest Elizabeth God up taking With Charls his soul the heavenly Quire up making Great York he scapes God carries him away Brave Glocester young God findes for him a day To get from their base terms before this time Prince Charls was safe abroad God hath the prime Care Rule and
France Prince Câ—nâ—y Cardinal and King At wars the Cardinal owns the Rumpish thing ' Gainst Calling and Religion of Rome What policy is there wee cannot doom They here make peace forsake their Princely friends Mazarine's back Game yet God hath secret ends To make our Charls the Protestants Protector And of Romes fallacy the Grand Rejector How many seals were broke Treason committing Each one the others knavery out witting The Rumps Grand breeches were of Nols devising By them set up hee sees himself uprising Nol fasts and prayes whiles they to pass did bring His black designs ' gainst Gospel Law and King God hates the Traitor and the Treason too Consulted wickedness will it self undo Those Task-masters exacted Brick and Straw Pretend Religion and yet break the Law The Armies Agitators still did mock At three Grand Pees the which they said did lock England in slavery against which they cry Popery Praelacy and Presbytery But three Grand l's have far a worser sting Jannisaries the Great Turk strangling Jesuites by Popish Figs Kings poysoning Independents their own Kings Head off chopping From such Good Lord deliver us wee pray And Charls our Soveraign King both night and day Kings-Arms i' th' Churches made the people pray For Charles whose Father they did lately stay I' th' Courts i' th' Ships Exchange his Picture down His power and state they take and sell the Crown What hurt 's i' th' Armes but that by them remembring Wee pray'd for Blessed Charls his Sons returning Both Root and Branch and Name this Rump out flings And war 's proclaim'd ' gainst Charls the best of Kings The higher that they soar the lower falling Tyrants at last God to account is calling How many for their own base Interest Did serve this Rump for gain others opprest Some suffered still waiting this blessed day For which all loyal hearts did sing and pray Beggars to Lordships came serving this Rump But into Raggs they 'l change their Velvet Jump Set such on horse-back proudly will they ride Till Power and Law and States they all bestride But now they stink it 's just this Rumpish State In twelve sad years stould have a Rumpish fate Those lewd pretences that the Rump did bring The people cry they said go kill your King All 's done by Providence they still did say Are now prov'd lyes God save the King wee pray Wee bless Just Providence that in wisdome Ruling To th' best of blessings chang'd these Changlings doing Let 's ever bless our Gracious God most wise That hath brought home the just light of our eyes God's just in all Traitors by Treason judging The Rumpish Army ' gainst the Rump still grudging Of such base Compounds were this Rumpish Power Which made themselves themselves for to devour Nothing contents that Army proud success Did make them bold they scorn'd for to address They never thought of change dream'd here to dwell Sure made a Covenant with Death and Hell Widdows and Fatherless pray'd that they might sing A Welcome-home to Charls our Lord the King Such were the keepers of our Liberties Knaves still invisible grounds of miseries Sans mercy and ' gainst Law they Tried our King His Queen they banisht and that Princely thing And all the rest by Treason still kept from us ' Gainst Oaths and Covenant and Great Nolls Grand Promise The Army still did change all Government Their souls did still to Judgement them present But Noll hee cheats them all chief Rule intending And still Religion Law in his pretending Traitors turn'd out God's just his Judgements rare Of the next Change my Muse will now declare First Noll that jugling Saint them out did fling A brave Grand Rebel an Hypocrite mocking Souldier enough successful bold and daring A politick Nose ambitious no man fearing Sans Legal Writs hee pricks a Parliament Call'd Bare-bones Juncto these must represent The people who never did them call Or Power give by these Noll seeks for all They vote themselves a Parlament because Under that title they might break the Laws Sects bad enough Compounds of all together Spoil Marriage-Rites some went they knew not whither The Marriage-knot to tye yet these not fitting Nolls secret ends hee takes them off from sitting Noll and his Cubs do cry they 're false pretending That they when hee our property was rending Then lifts up hands and eyes and by lay preaching And falser prayers his Saints and Souldiers cheating But something else did in the bottome lye That Juncto's wisdome could not this descry A single person something like a King Nolls craft and crew and power to pass did bring Protector or Projector rather levelling All to his lusts a while sits proudly revelling The Feather in his Cap the Title King Hee calls and yet the Power still usurping Five years hee rul'd not reign'd himself protecting By Power and Sword all lust men else rejecting In his own craft God still was him defeating Hee would and would not so hee liv'd by cheating Calls three Mock-Parlaments breaks up the thing Of his own mâ—mâ—king cause hee would bee King A pack of knaves were some some could not give Up our Grand Laws whiles Charls his Son did live Nolls fit to rule but no just Title having Makes him unjust and made him alwaies craving Of all Religions that made for his supporting Made all opinions stirrup his usurping A Coach-box favour God him once was giving On Michaelmas day to change his wicked living State Secretary in the Coach doth sit Protector in the Coach box where 's his wit Sometimes such frollicks mad into his brain Were whymsied by his spirit or his Train But this one Act was like their Actions all One draws another now Noll gets the fall Yet God had mercy though that Noll had none Noll had some virtues mercy hee lackt alone One of his three Mock-Parlaments was sitting When as their Head at the horse heels was flitting Some part o' th' Army Nol abroad doth send For Gold to Hispaniola keeps to mend The rest worms Lambert out and others trembling Obey yet most do hate his base dissembling His Major Generals Semi-dragons sting The Land Nols Bashaws then deserv'd the string For moneys sake the Jews he in would bring Cause they fore him had murder'd Christ their King He then pleads for the Jews the Scripture Text For their Conversion though with his own he 's vext He doth Divines call up from severall places To colour that design his Chaplains faces Are not so braz'd as his he turns the Jew He gets the Gold and then forsakes that crew Still mony lacks for that his conscience bends His power and sword and valor thereto tends It must be had if that the Gods deny The Acheron hee 'l force and Devils try Makes Churches stables a Sacrilegious thing This was the Reformation Nol did bring Brave man where doth thy spirit sadly rumble How in this world did thy aspirings tumble Things upside down Valour with Counsel swayd Is good
throne to kitchin who payes for all the mourning White-hall had many Masters yet not the right At last God turns black Traytors in sad plight Nol thought all sure but see the Serpents lurking Where fraud and power keeps Tyrants up usurping For good Queen Dick that honest uselesse thing By Nols kin and his crew just is the King Of Kings alive is buryed though Grace is pardoning Mushromes repent and keep your hearts from hardning Lest stormy winds roaring and trees up blowing Do send you where the Styx is ever flowing God gives us just examples to take heed Of treason traytors shall have traytors meed The people weary of Nols grand oppressing To Dick proclaim'd do make their low addressing Some flatter some design some hope th'amending Of burdens great before their fatall ending But Dick's turn'd out and Hal from Ireland comming Both want their Fathers valour and his cunning Dicks honest Parlament good things were doing The title 's naught the Army 's them out-throwing Thus Agitators armed Priests do bring Confusion for of all they were the spring Those Agitators were of Nols devising Backt all his projects still themselves up rising Grand-Satans Jesuits by their Popes false dealing Brew'd all our miseries kept us still from healing Gainst true Religion and settlement still burning Content with none all Governments out-turning These rise ' gainst Dick and all their wayes reproving Gainst God and King and Laws the Army moving Confusion brings confusion God is just The wickeds honour sin layes in the dust The Rump before their time again now rising Though six years buryed stink yet still devising New Treasons troubles by the Army call'd in The Army cast them out before great is their sin They now resolve the Nation once more muzling But yet brave Cheshire threats their cruel nuzling Brown Booth Middletons Welsh-men cry the King Something too late Lambert them all is conquering Though some men faild yet thousands good men pray And gladly wisht St. George an happy day Now new Sequestring some that 'fore did stand For the long Parlament just is Gods blessed hand Brave stout and valiant Massey scapes the Tower Comes in again and scorns this Rumpish power And is preserv'd by God that he might bring Our blessed Charls our Soveraign Lord the King Gods time is best he 's faithful to his trust Though for his sake blest Love is laid i' th' dust Kings Rights are still preserved by our God God sanctify that twelve years heavy Rod. Lambert receives his token from the Rump And 's Captains Orderd thanks now he is Trump But little blood was shed then new Committees Chester's dis-franchiz'd spoyl'd amongst the Cities Both Ministers and others are suspected Imprison'd and Estates are new sequestred But they that call'd them in do turn their faces And now resolve to occupy their places Lambert his time comes to return in play God shortens this for his true Saints did pray The Rumpish rage and fury nine out turn Lambert and 's Captains vow the Rump to burn They armed come to th' House to stop their meeting Like to their souldiers Rumpish souldiers greeting Lental of several Parlaments was the Speaker Of all our Laws and Statutes the great breaker Hee 's once again sent back for to consider Or else to count his money judge you whether The Army set them up and pulls them down And help them to destroy the Royal Crown Lambert and Fleetwood and the Officers praying Both fast and feast and still intend betraying Now all consult and in amaze and cry What Counsel's best resolve to live or dye The Head is gone and eke the politick Nose Six things like Parlaments wee stab'd and rose Against the present power what shall wee have A single person who shall bee the knave Coxcombs of safety let us settle now Heark rouze your spirits the Northern winds do blow Now London fasts and praies in one prostrating Their humbled souls and bold by now declaring For a Free Parlament out-vy the cheating Of Wallingford-house-saints though Vanes repeating This new Committee of slavery down would have Our Colledges and Churches so inslave Us worse the bottome of the headless Rump Worse than the rest onely fit for the stump Against these Saints whoever dare to clash In his hearts blood their hands they swear to wash Proclaim for peace and yet more blood devising All still resolve ' gainst Charls a constant rising The grand blind Cobler guilty of former blood Begins new broyles i' th' City amaz'd wee stood Brave Prentises petition'd ' gainst this might Stand up for King for Laws for Cities Right Some pinion'd are others are sadly slain Cobler kills Cobler this blood sure cryes amain Brave Common Council stand for Cities cause Coblers indited for murdering the Laws Patience abus'd returns to rage and fury God will bee Judge whoever is the Jury How did blest Londons God preserve us then From mutinies confusion even when The knife was at the throat our hands did itch To give blind halting Cobler one true stitch Now more Committees and more Sequestrators And more curst raking who should be our Stators Thus one destroies another as unjust A guilty conscience will not a brother trust God uses Instruments of his own appointing And makes his way for Blessed Charls Anointing Wee Protestants are and Popish Monks wee hate Yet one brave Monk preserves both King and State Forgive him all the rest for this is more Than all the Monks could ever do before Great George the best of Monks sees all their raking Of Church and State resolves to stop their taking God said Amen bids George march on and bring Justice Peace Truth and Mercy with our King The Game was hard the stakes were great the sting Of safety vows Monk on his back to fling This Northern blast out-blows the Fasts and Prayers Of Fleetwood's Lambertonians Kings betrayers They now resolve Lamberts flusht Army sing Before their time Victoria conquering In their proud lust and Arm of flesh boasting All 's their and then into the North they 're posting But hee that sits in Heaven laughs to see Their pride Now stops their twelve years tyranny Fifty brave Troops of Horse and desperate Foot Experienc'd valour and brave General too 't And all our Sects in 's March they bravely cry Triumph unto your Lordship Victory Rakers Quakers Shakers all come in And help to fill the measure of their sin From Monks Priests Fryers Scotch Presbyters they cry Deliverance is sure wee 'l fight or dye This man of no Religion like Noll hath all That do pretend this hastens much his fall Poor Monk hath Horse more fitter for to run Than fight say they wee will the Scots orecome Hang Tything Priests wee 'l pray our selves and preach Thy brandisht sword Lord Lambert that us teach Wee 'l Colledge Lands and Churches take Priests all Instead of Tythes to us for bread shall call Wee 'l make the City bow and take their Treasure Their Wives and
Rocks receive his Majesty Brave Monck receives him first conducts brings Charls to his Courts where's Ancestors sate Kings The seat of Kings Arch-Bishops Canterbury Sing Sabbath praises make his soul most merry Then Rochester from thence to London comes With Princes Nobles Gentry Souldiers Drums Fair Virgins all in white sweet flowers strowing And all the people old and young God praising He mounts the steed upon Black-Heath to see His people Joy in this prosperity Our God the humble soul is recompencing On 's own birth-Day his Triumphs here commencing On 's own birth-Day the Lord Mayer banqueting Princes and Nobles with Joy refresh the King On 's own birth-Day the Ministers presenting Gods Sacred Book the King with Joy accepting Like to his stately Princely brothers royal o th' right hand stands St. Paul Religion loyal Learning o th' left the blew caps Psalms did sing Religion Learning Mercy blesse our King Gods word Gods Providence books fit for Kings And 's Fathers Solitudes and sufferings 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and experience Books fit for Princes full of excellence These teach the greatest Princes God to fear To Rule the Church for Christ and to appear For Justice Truth and Peace and for the Laws The which makes God appear for Princes cause God doth expect return of Mercy lent God blesse King Charls Law Church and Parlament Quite through the City rides our gracious King And 's Princely Brothers God blesse them all did sing All men were gallant and the Conduits running Our waters turnd to wine by Charls his coming Up to White Hall the Parlament him greeting Three Kingdoms joyfull happy blessed meeting The view of Nations Councels states and things Abroad makes him the best of Europes Kings Charls will protect us with his wings and eke His sword and scepter will true Subjects keep The House of Lords his name eternizing The House of Commons their allegiance bring Dukes Marquesses Earls Viscounts Lords Barons sing All true born Gentry kneel unto their King Great George shall Joseph be and have the ring And second Chariot of our gracious King We 'l Abrech cry and bow the knee and sing Brave Monk hath brought Lords Commons the King We joy'd in Monk his morning star to be Much more in him to whom George bowes the knee The City makes triumphant flourishing Allen Lord Mayor's Chain purple Glorying The Aldermens Gold Chains and scarlet bring Their due obedience unto Charls our King Brown leads the Horse gallant in Marshalling Robinson the foot all to proclaim the King Brave Londons Companies in order sitting To tender their allegiance just and fitting Sweet little babes Hosanna cry that day De King de King God blesse King Charls they pray The Merchants brave the Trades-men praises sing The Virgins dance young men their Caps up fling Old men and Matrons gravely pray and sing ' Cause they before they dye might see their King The Trumpets sound the Musick tunes each string The Canons roar the Bonfires blaze Bells ring The Wine 's drawn forth feasting and banqueting Belconies streets and shops all cry the King If such a Diapason for the King At his proclaiming what will his presence bring Now Charls is come beyond expression wee Rejoyce in this our Royal Trinity We 're all orecome with joy and cannot shew But with obedience in Allegiance bow Depths of Affection makes us truly loyal Mounts all our hearts to joy in him most Royal We 're all Seraphickly inflam'd to see The Angels bring our King and Liberty Now God himself preserve our Gracious King Christ keep his soul Angels protection bring Now Charls is come all Englands Bells did ring England's all voices which did bravely sing England's all flaming Bonfires for her King England's all Musick striking every string England's all Joy no true man murmuring England's all Peace good men it furthering England's all Happiness England's all flourishing England's all glory King Charls them nourishing Thus England's London and her Parliament Their faithful Joy unto King Charls present Least witches wizards sects or divelish thing Jugling Astrologers blast his blest setling Our tears as waves our prayers as winds did bring Our hearts as ships and sails to Charls our King For his return and now our Lands we cry Our goods and lives are his that he thereby May settle Church and state all in Gods fear God is the author of his happiness here Maugre fanatick rage the Heavens bring Our Prince a Saint our Charls a Soveraign King How are the Pulpits turn'd the City round How do they now King Charls his praise refound Sure too much fire was in them heretofore But now Gods Providence they do adore Thy Kingdome come was Treason for to pray Yea for to think in that black Rumpish day T was Treason to be Honest Just and True To keep our Oaths and Covenants most due No more Sedition let any man now teach But truly purely gravely Gods Word preach The Heads of Israels Tribes and Princes bring At thirty years old good David Judahs King To Israels Throne and then all covenanting Before the Lord they there anoint him King The Jebusites him scorn most basely railing The Philistims him threat most basely raging Hee conquers all by righteous valour reigning Full forty years Judahs and Israels King Wee 'l make the Parallel blest Charls in thee Three Kingdomes glory to posterity Our Tribes and Princes Lords and Commons bring At thirty years old Allegiance to our King Jebusites and Philistims do shew their sting But Charls in Gods Name all is conquering By brave Monks conduct and our covenanting Before the Lord God will anoint him King Since David's gone and Solomon's Reigning Twice forty years let 's pray God bless our King Our Gospel true Allegiance we will bring To Charls the Second our Soveraign Lord the King God fitted David by humble suffering In a strange Nation under a strange King Betray'd at home abroad hee 's travelling The mysteries of other States unravelling When Gods time 's come hee 's then brought home made King Rules much for God settles each holy thing As Moses Law commands no Worship new Sets up but what the Lord injoyns that's true In this Great Charls thou art the Parallel Rule much for God and Christ all shall be well The Law 's reform'd the Gospels glad tiding Of Truth and Peace here settled by our King Prerogative and Priviledge agreeing Just Liberty and Property all seeing The Paroxisms of Church and State compiling Both Paul and Barnabas Charls is reconciling Like Moses from the Mount of God descends Our blessed Charls and all true Saints makes friends Confirms the Tables Gospel and the Law And by his good Examples doth us draw Oppress no conscience Fundamentals holding Oblige just Interests mercy them infolding Impose no Ceremonies that are found oppressing All new Religions stop Gods sacred blessing Make Service most Divine the Rule 's Gods Word So saies our Articles and so the Lord It is most fit