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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A58104	England's remembrancer of the day of her visitation, and of the woes near to be revealed, except she repent	Raunce, John, 17th cent.	1665 (1665)	Wing R319A; ESTC R14130	2,996	1

ENGLAND'S REMEMBRANCER OF THE Day of her Visitation and of the Woes Near to be revealed except She Repent OH England England long hath been thy day Great Signs and wonders God hath wrought in thee Thy Visitation it will wear away And then great Woes thou suddenly shalt see God sundry ways hath sought thee to return In peace and plenty he did to thee call But thou wast proud against him thou didst spurn Yea thou wast vain and so begun thy fall To beat imprison and to persecute Making strange Laws against God's Innocent With rage and fury thou didst prosecute Them on all such as call'd thee to repent The lives of many of Gods servants have In stinking holes and prisons wore away Yea prison bonds have brought them to their grave So that they might not live another day But know thou this though we in secret die And thou in holes our bodies dost destroy Our blood aloud unto the Lord will cry And bring such Plagues as shall thee sore annoy Can ye not see what all your rage hath wrought Your Perseoutions and your Banishment They have God's Judgments much upon you brought Though ye regard not what the Lord hath sent Ye in your sins do but the harder grow And wickedness doth more and more increase ●… persecute will be your overthrow Unsess from that great wickedness ye cease Repent and turn come sit in dust and ashes Oh weep and mourn bewail your time mis-spent Return and mend while God gives gentle lashes Or else his wrath shall you in shivers rent Like to the potsherds of the earth ye shall Be broke in pieces by his angry stroke For he in fury will upon you fall If that by sin ye do him still provoke Ye grow so bad there 's little hopes of ye I would be silent and no more would say And if I might I would in secret be To wait on God and pass my time away Untill that day in which Gods Judgments shall Break peoples hearts lay low the haughty mind Bring tenderness to hearken to God's call In which the poor shall peace and comfort find But yet again I must to England cry And one more warning unto London give O England turn from thine iniquity Repent O London that thou yet mayst live O English Nation hasten Oh make hast To do the things that are both good and just Or else God's Judgments will soon make thee wast And lay thy strength and honour in the dust Unless thou turn and do thy sins forsake Unless thou do thy persecution cease Unless for conscience thou indulgence make Great woes on thee will yet again increase Unless that good men shall have liberty Unless thy penal Laws be done away Unless thou ceases from bloody cruelty ● must thee tell that God will bring a day Of greater howlings and Calamities And woes more dreadful shall beset thee round Thou hast not yet seen hast the miseries That shall within thy bowels yet abound My heart is sad mine eyes for sorrow weep My soul 's opprest and I in secret cry Oh that with peace I might in silence keep And not a Prophet be of misery Before the Lord my soul is bowed low For who may stand when once Jehovah frowns This I must cry that woe all flesh shall know Woe 's on the Land Seas Cities and in Towns Woe ye false Prophets that poor souls deceive Who for self ends fear not to make a lie No root nor branch of you the Lord will leave But ye shall sink with your iniquity Woe to you Lawyers that corrupt the Law And do not fear to pervert true judgment On you your works destruction will draw Except ye mend and speedily repent Woe to you Rulers that have not done well Your time will end the Judge is at the door Who will destroy and cast you into Hell Except ye mend and shall do so no more Woe to all you that have done violence Against those that do meet to Worship God As ye have used God's poor Innocents So ye shall feel God's woful smarting rod. Woe to all you that issue forth command To force and prison unto Banishment Ev'n so shall ye be driven by God's hand In fearful Plagues to endless punishment Woe to all you whom yet the Lord doth spare But though God smiles yet ye grow worse and worse Your time is short and then will come your share In endless pains with Devils in the curse Woe every man both high low rich and poor Who hath shed blood and hurt God's Innocent Their blood for vengeance unto Heaven doth roar For woes upon you till ye do repent What shall I say for God will make appear To great and small that woful times hast on In which all people shall both quake and fear For God will not let such men long alone As beat imprison and are violent Against all such as wish you to amend And such as cry and call you to repent Yee from their land in Banishment would send O foolish folk ye are both deaf and blind Destruction's neer it hath beset you round Plague Sword and Famine of the sorest kind Except ye mend these will on you abound On that ye could believe what good men say Who see the end of what is now begun This is the Eve of that most dreadful day In which all faces shall grow pale and wan O English people that ye could yet hear Ah that ye could but mind the mounrnful cry That is for you to hear this in God's fear Repent repent for why why will ye die Oh that ye would believe what Christ hath said And be not like unto the World of old Who in their sins were by the Floud destroy'd Because they would not mend when they were told Though Noah preached they would not repent The Lord did wait but they would not amend And when God's suffering patience was spent He did upon them utter ruine send Remember what befell the Sodomites And many others that I could unfold Who did as Pharaoh by the Israelites Lift up themselves and hate to be coutroul'd Jerusalem would not believe those Signs Which god did shew to call them to amend For they knew not the preaching of the times Untill God did destruction on them send Like as did these so dost thou do O land Thou eat'st and drink'st and risest up to play Thou heap'st up sin and dost not understand That near is come the Lord's most dreadful day Wherein God now will inquisition make And seek his slain whose blood the earth doth hid Therefore repent and all your sins forsake If ye have hope God's judgements to abide When silent voice shall in all souls preach loud Then suddenly men shall be in amaze Then woe yea woe to all the wicked croud For they with horror then shall fear and gaze The dry bones wise shall cause the World to quake For now on them the breath of life doth hover The Lord to them doth now begin to speak That they may live to shew God's mighty power Oh suddenly men shall themselves bewail With woful cryes with gnashing teeth and pain To find no moan nor tears shall then prevail To seek repentance then will be in vain O ye that live a little time ye have Break off from sin your evil life amend And let not wickedness your souls enslave Untill God doth his wrath upon you send And take you hence in fury and in hast And in your sins ye die as many have Who in their lusts their precious time did wast Untill grim death did mark them for their grave Yet from the Lord I may to England tell The only way how to escape these woes Cease Persecution and it shall be well Grant liberty this will subdue your foes Imbrace God's truth let it have place in thee And let the Law in humane things take place But leave man's Conscience in Religion free To worship God as guided by his Grace Then ye shall know the truth that maketh free With peace in God this Land shall be possest If ye'l fear God ye shall victorious be And Nations shall bow down to you as blest But if ye will not cease from Banishment From persecution and iniquity Yet ye shall know the Lord hath to you sent Me to forewarn you of your misery I. Raunce Written the last of the last Moneth 1665.