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A frendly larum, or faythfull warnynge to the true harted subiectes of England Discoueryng the actes, and malicious myndes of those obstinate and rebellious papists that hope (as they terme it) to haue theyr golden day. By I. Phil.
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Phillips, John, fl. 1570-1591.
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waste Which all that know and trust therein do know the gaine they taste By faith they purged are from sinne in his sweete blood Though now the Pope do tell to vs a tale of Robin hood Who comes with peltinge pardons now and stinkinge Bulles of lead To Pardon sinne and would cause vs vnder our féete to tread The bloud of Christ that heauenly Lamb a prety Iuglinge cast But God froÌ„ Heauen with vengeance hot this Monster vile will blast Yea he will breake the crewe of all the Popish brood That hope to haue a Golden day to shed more Martyrs bloud Yea Christ wil swage the gréedy thirst of cruell carelesse Cain Which persecute his members still and put his Saincts to paine He will not leaue his Churche to languish in distresse Though he permit some Tirants still hir Children to oppresse But as a faithfull husband sure he doth his Church regard And at the last amidst his wrath his foes will sure reward Yea he will breake the Iawes of Antichrist so wood â–ª Which gréedely his Woluish thirst doth quench with-Martyrs bloud When OG and ZEON sought to spoile the Israelites I finde A Ieptha for to shield his flocke the mightie God assinde When that Phelistia sought with Israell to striue A Sampson God did rayse at last to denne his foes to driue When Ahab did displease the Lord and Iesabell his Quéene Whose hauocke to oppresse his Saincts full greedely was seene He waxed wroth and plagued hir in his most furious moode She brake hir necke the dogges at last did lap hir gilty bloud When â—abins Captaine Cisera did sore oppresse Gods fold God raysed a Debora we read to make his harte full cold When that Assyria annoide Samaria in deede God by his power fought for them and from their foes them fréede When Oliphemus did assault Bethulia I finde A valiant Iudith vnto them the mighty God assingd When that Antiochus did extort the people of the Lorde And sought for to distroy them cleane by force of bloudy sworde God raise a Machabeus then his flocke Elect to shield Thus vnto his oppressed Church God comfort still doth yéeld And what haue these his foes vnplagued gonne away No Cysera lost his life I read in Tent where hid he lay And Oliphernus lost his head by Iudiths valiant hand Thus God doth fight for Sions health you Foes may vnderstand What was not Haman hanged on the trée he did prepare To hange the Iewes why then I red some Papists to beware Antiochus was plagued sore in Chariot where he lay The wormes did drop out of his flesh as you can not denay The Bible forth doth show a number such as these Which plagued were because the Lord they did so sore displease For which som Papistes looke and therof make great boast And then as late they did be sure the faithfull they will roast Then rigor should haue rule where mercy now doth raigne And fier and faggots should not faile your Masse for to maintaine You long to haue your Holy water and holy bread againe Ye long to haue your little round God in Pix for to remaine You long to haue a popish priest to sing a pelting Masse Ye wish to haue the Churche againe abused as it was But God your longing can depose though long therfore ye looke Your Golden day may chaunce to cause Your neckes to stand a crooke And therfore leaue your whispering you that daily gape for newes Take heede all ye that do Paules Church in order such abuse Repent amend and call for grace while God doth lend you time Embrace the truth and skorne it not least vengeance plague your crime And ye that stand in doubt my freindes cast all your doubts away And vnto Gods eternall truth trust as your only stay For if ye stray from Christe and vnto Sathan cleaue He will when you haue greatest neede in daunger still you leaue For who so doth forsake the Lord for feare of worldly losse And thinketh skorne vpon his backe to take his Maisters Crosse. Is far vnmeete to haue a place with Christ in Heauen aboue As plainly he in his Gospell at large doth show and proue And now ye that do raunge at large like Papists stoute and bolde In many a place of London sure when tidinges straunge are tolde Refraine your tounges beware heÌ„ceforth what you do speake and saie For God regards his little Fold we haue the Golden daie His Gospell pure is truely taught and Preachers ready are To vs out of his holy Lawe our dewties to declare The Sacraments are ministred as Christe to vs hath tought Wherein we learne what he for vs by his deare death hath wrought For as we eate materiall Bread and Drinke materiall Wine So spiritually we feede by Faith on Christes fleshe deuine And so we drinke his precious Bloud to cheare our Soules with all Not grosly as you Papists saie with outward teeth Carnall But Spiritually by Faith vpon his Flesh we féede And so we Drincke his precious Bloud to comfort vs in deede Then haue we not a Golden daye the Lord prolonge the same That in his feare henceforth we may practise our liues to frame And so be thankfull to our God for these his giftes of grace That he may still behold our daies with his most louyng face That all our wordes déedes henceforth may learne so to accorde That we with harts vnfained may still liue and Laude the Lorde And next our gracious Queene so Honour and obaye That England may be freed still from Papists Golden daye Which vnto those that feare the Lord and loue his Ueritie Through rigor and extorted force a dismall daie would be From which Lord fende thy littel flocke and giue our foes a fall Confound those cruell Caines O Lord that for a chaunge do call And so thy truth do grafte with in our tender hart That from thy truth and Testament no daunger cause vs start Confound the rage of Rebels stout Lord be our strength and Towre As from the Turke so shield vs Lord from force of Popish powre Abate their pride which wilfull be in lingringe hope to staie Protect thy Fold defend thy Churche from Papists Golden daye Aduaunce thy Gospell still let not thy praise decaie Stretch forth thine arme shield vs still from Papists Golden daie Let all that loue thy Testament with harts vnfayned praie That neuer more in England here the Pope haue Golden daie Increase the number of thy folde thy mercie Lord displaie Prolonge amonge thy simple sheepe this happy Golden daie That we thy pasture may attaine and so thy woorde obaie That we at no time neede to feare the Papists Golden daie Come hast thy kingdome mighty God come Iesus Christ we praie That all our foes may learne and know we haue a Golden daie Our Realme Queene defend dere God with hart and minde I praie That by thy aide hir Grace may kéepe the Papists from their daie Hir health hir wealth and vitall race in mercy longe increase And graunt that Ciuill warre and strife in England still may cease Confound the pupose and deuise of all that carelesse crewe Which seeke by force for to withstand thy worde and Gospell trewe Preserue the Counsell of this Realme let thy Sprite be their staie That they their Councell may imploy to breake the Papistes daie Sende Preachers true good Lord thy Gospell to display That by their trauell they may let the Papists Golden day The Commons of this Realme defend that loue may ay abound And graunt obedience to our Queene may euer more be found That as she faithfull is hir Subiectes ay to loue So true and trustie vnto hir our hartes may euer proue Thus shall the mighty God be our Defence and stay And keepe the cruell Papists still from their longe wished day And we shall haue as God do graunt to Papists swift decay The worde of grace sincerely Preacht which is our Golden day Which to continew longe to God let vs all pray Whose glorious name be Lauded still for this our Golden day FINIS