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A42938 Gods love to London: or, Londons comforter.; Gods love to London. Griffith, John, fl. 1648-1659. 1665 (1665) Wing G960; ESTC R218457 1,843 1

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GODS LOVE TO LONDON OR Londons Comforter Beloved City though mine Arrows flie So thick about thee thousands weekly die And Death walks daily in thy open streets Would be destroying every one he meets And with his Club doth march thy-streets around And all he can he fells unto the ground Yet still to seek my face thy mind is bent To trust in me thou wholly art intent Thy Lamentation clearly lets me see Thou doest return with loyal heart to me Proceed O London but a little while Upon my word thou shalt perceive my smile That domineering Giant I will fell And with one stroke I 'l strike him down to Hell Then fear nor London I 'm thy Rock and Aid I will not fail thee be not thou afraid My love to thee is more then thou doest know A little while and thou shalt find it so I see how earnestly thou doest repent And how thy love most cordially is bent To seek my glory Now it doth appear Cheer up thy heart thou art to me most dear Then droop not in despair be not dismaid I am thy Saviour be not thou afraid Thy Lamentation and thy good desire Hath set my Love and Mercy all on fire As I am God I never will thee fail But will consume thy foes as with a Flail And make them flee as chaff before the wind For in thy sorrows they were most unkind Yet I 'l not fail I will not thee for sake Thou of rich showrs of Mercies shalt partake And seel my love my favour and my smile Though at this time I srown on thee a while I do observe thy sorrow and thy tears How thy sad looks a mournful Livery wears I see thy countenance and how thou' rt bent To stick unto me with a full intent I a truth I love thee then esteem it so I will thee ease before I from thee go I will not fail thee as I am thy God Nor will I long chastise thee with my Rod For thou and all the world shall ever see I will not fail them that do trust in me Therefore take comfort in thy greatest trouble For for thy sorrows I thy joys will double I 'm glad to see thy love and thy good will And how that thou and thine my House doth fill And do frequent it every Day of mine Both thou and all the family that 's thine And with subjection doest thy self submit Unto my will and rev'rently doest fit To hear my sacred Word and there doest stay To have a Blessing e're thou go'ft away I do take notice how dead Corps's flie About thy streets and how many do die In ev'ry day I see how they abound And take account how many go to th'ground I daily see how Father and the Mother The Son the Daughter Sister and the Brother Do wring their hands their hearts are so perplext For their dead Friends and fear they may be next Thy Tears into my Bottle I do put I hear thy Cries my ears shall not be shut As many days as thou hast punishment So many years thou shalt have hearts-content And if thou wilt submit thy self to me Such joy and comfort thou e're long shalt see As will thee ravish make thee leap for joy For thy grand Enemy I will destroy Nay thou thy self shalt fell him at thy foot And I 'l stand by and help thee for to do 't Three smooth white Stones go fetch and to me bring Without delay put them into a Sling Be not afraid for I 'l stand by thy side And when thou throwest I the Stone will guide Faith Prayer and Repentance these three will Fly with such force thy Enemy they 'l kill These Stones will kill him sooner then a Dart If they be thrown out of an humble Heart That great Goliah at thy feet shall fall Though he be ne'r so strong or ne'r so tall Thou shalt his Neck break and cut off his Head And trample on him when he lieth dead LONDONS humble Reply What Love unspeakable what store of Pity Thou pourest forth on me a sinful City For what am I that thou should'st me regard My Prayers are not worthy to be heard My heart is ravisht with those words of grace Thou now hast utter'd and thy smiling face Hath so reviv'd me that in thee I joy For thou hast taught me how I shall destroy My envious Foe and promisest me aid Bids me take comfort and not be afraid Is there a City this day under Sun That hath a God so good nay if one run And search the Worlds vast bulk he ne'r shall see That God did more for any then for me I glory in my God though now in trouble My grief is great my inward joys are double Although at present he doth let me blood It is for my Souls health and for my good It 's better I a while endure this sore Then with sharp punishment in Hell to roar I do commit my self good Lord to thee And daily hope I shall thy goodness see FINIS LONDON Printed in the Year 1665.