Thou hast contrived innumerable Treasons Rebellions and Sâ—ditions thereby endeavouring to betray Kingdoms aâ—d States and to subject them to the Pope and See of Rome Thou hast laboured to Corrupt and Debauch all Nations by countenancing and allowing Stews and â—othel-houses where filthy and abominable Sodomy and Adulteries are praâ—tiâ—â—d Hast murthered the best of Men even the Saints of Jesus putting them to all manner of cruel Tortures and Deaths that with the Devil's assistance could be invented Ripping up Women with Child causing thy villanous Sons to ravish Chast Women and Virgins and then barbarously Murthering them Thou hast Burned Thousands alive Roasted many on Spâ—â—s Thrown worthy Christians into Furnaces of boyling Oyl Blown their Heads in pieces with Gun-powder Fleaing off their Skins alive Starving several to Death and exercising on them abundance of other hideous Torments Thou hast made Wives to be Widdows and Children Eâ—therleis Towns and Cities to be without Inhabitant Hast burned famous Cities and destroyed diveâ—s Countries by Fire Sword and other lamentable Devastations and hast endeavour'd to enslave others by depriving them of their Just and Good Laws Liberties and Properties Thou hast not only murder'd the Bodies but likewise the Souls of multitudes of People In short Thou hast been guilty of shedding a mighty mass of innocent Blood by cutting off Millions of Men Women and Children without cause and many other unspeakable Enormities hast thou committed For all which horrid Crimes thou hast been Legally Indicted and Tryed and against which thou hast made no defence And therefore by the Laws of God Nature and Nations thou oughâ—est to be Punished according to the following Sentence Thou shalt be thrown off the Ten Horn'd Beast in every Kingdom whereon thou hast sate and all the 7 Vials of God's Wrath shall successively be poured out upon thee by the Angel out of the Temple till thou art utterly consumed from off the face of the Earth The Horns or Powers of the Nations which thou hast deceived with the Swords of good men shall destroy thee Death Mourning and Famine shall come upon thee in one day and thou shalt be utterly burnt with Fire Amen Hallelujah An Hymn of Praise upon Babylons Fall grounded upon Revel 19. 1 2 3 4. ROuse up my Muse attend and hear What Melody is in mine ear For Sions Joy is at the door Great Babel howls and is in pain Now falling is that Bloudy Whore And never more shall rise again The Saints and all that dwell on high Sing Allelujahs constantly That haughty City called Great Which boasted of her lofty Seat Is on a sudden now brought under She prostrate in the dust does lye Hearken I hear a mighty Thunder Which no good man doth terrify For Babels fall'n and Saints now sing Sweet Allelujahs to their King. Out of the Throne voices descend As if they would the Heavens rend With Praises unto God on High For he 's come forth in dreadful ire And hath the VVhore Judg'd righteously To be consum'd in flaming Fire They Hallelujahs sing amain Nay heark They double them again See! How her Smoak does fill the air Whilst Harpers sing and merry are And with one voice loud Praise proclaim To God the Lord Ornnipotent Ah! how they magnify his name With th' highest strains they can invent Again they Hallelujahs sing To God and Christ their Glorious King. Yet this Joy's only in One Isle Which Babel lately strove to spoil Scituate in the Northern Sea. That Heav'n has sav'd from Bloudy Rome Could Ireland too asjoyful be Would God in Mercy to them come How would it add unto our Joys Our Hallelujahs and our Praise A Happy Land thou seem'st to be And greater Glory shalt thou see If by Repentance thou dost fly To God in Christ by Faith and Pray'r And cast off all Iniquity For God will then remove thy fear And then thou shalt have cause to sing Sweet Allelujahs to thy King. Poor Ireland and France also E're long shall triumph as we do For God will quickly crush his Foes Their Bloud like water out he 'l pour Their Flesh shall feeding be for Crows And the Great Whore shall be no more That Allelujahs may be sung Throughout the Earth by old and young Now God Omnipotent will Reign Who will the Pride of Nations stain And make his Pow'r and Glory known His Son he 'l set on Sion Hill His Enemies shall be overthrown He will the Earth with Glory fill In th' heights of Sion we shall sing Sweet Allelujahs to our King. Sighs for Ireland O Lord who hast such wonders wrought Of late as well as formerly And down with vengeance now hast brought Thy Churches bloudy Enemy Oh! look upon poor Ireland And save them with thine own right hand Lord Bless our King and as he 's great Let him be likewise just and good His Enemies O Lord defeat VVho greedily thirst for his blood Oh! be his guard continually From workers of Iniquity Shall England thus triumph and sing VVhilst Ireland still does bleeding lye Ah! this is an afflicting thing It wounds our Souls and makes us cry To Ireland Lord send help we pray Ah! succour them without delay Unite us here and make us one And let our mutual Love appear Let 's never into fractions run And then our Foes we need not fear Whilst Protestants united be No dread of Rome or Popery The Sun on us begins to shine Lord let it break forth more and more And by that mighty pow'r of thine Confound our Foes as heretofore Arise O Lord Let Ireland be Reliev'd with speed and sav'd by thee These days in England seem to us As pleasant as the flourishing spring Oh ' let them still continue thus Prevent our Foes Preserve our King Thy People Lord in Ireland Redeem with thy out-stretched hand When we for Darkness look't and Night At Evening â—yde we did behold The Sun broke forth with Glorious Light As in the Scripture 't is foretold O're Ireland Lord thy beams display Like to the dawning of the day Let not our Sun Eclipsed be Nor Clouds of Darknes interpose Between Great Britain Lord and thee Since thus in Mercy thou art rose From Ireland let 's good Tydings here That thou likewise art risen there Let not thy Glorious Sun appear To lighten only these dark Parts But let the Nations far and near Thy Gospel-Light have in their hearts From Ireland Lord all Clouds expel Oh pity there thy Israel Let Light and Glory there break forth And Popish darkness thence be gone That all good Protestants on Earth In the Truth may be joyn'd in one On Ireland Lord Compassion take Their Sorrows we our own would make Let the French Tyrant thy Great Foe The Scourge and Plague of Christendom Receive an utter Overthrow Ah! quickly let his downfall come Those vile Usurpers Lord abase And pity there thy Childrens case Let France and Spain and Germany Enlightned be and let them see The folly of Idolatry From Babylon Lord make them flee Because her Judgment now is come And they thereby may 'scape her doom Let Christendom new Christened be why should they still believe a Lye And not on Names depend But see The great Deceits of Popery Christ's Name no good at all will do Unless they have his Nature too Let thy blest Gospel grow and work Victoriously in every place Let Tartars and the ignorant Turk Enlightned be with Heavenly Grace Poor Ireland Lord relieve with speed For whom our Hearts do almost bleed Send forth thy Light ev'n like the Morn That it o're all the Earth may fly From Cancer unto Capricorn That all Lands which in darkness lye May see how they have gone astray And be reduc'd to the Right way The fulness of the Gentiles now Bring in and give them all a Call That they may unto Jesus bow And under his Dominion fall That Popish Pow'r which do's annoy Poor Ireland Lord do thou destroy The Gospel-Tydings and good News Of Jesus Christ the Saviour Declare to the hard-hearted Jews And their strong Unbelief o're-power Oh let the Gospel on them shine For Abraham's sake that Friend of thine The Saints be'ng many Members join'd One Body make the Head thou art Lord let them have One Will One Mind Let this One Body have One Heart Then shall I see a blest increase Of Sion's Glory Israel's Peace Out of all Nations under Heaven Expel thick Darkness Lord away Let Power to thy Saints be given That all may thee and them obey Mean while let these three Northern Lands United be in Sacred Bands Let Holland likewise Happy be 〈◊〉 those Great Sev'n Preserve these Three FINIS * Lev. 20 10. Deut. 32. 36. * Rev. 17. 18.
1. Sion 2. Her Children 3. the Beast and Where overthrown 4 The two Witnesses Rising 5. Pope and Jesuit 6. Enemies of the Church all Flying 7. Angels destroying them Distressed Sion RELIEVED OR The Garment of Praise for the Spirit of Heaviness Wherein are Discovered the Grand Causes of the Churches Trouble and Misery under the late Dismal Dispensation With a Compleat History of and Lamentation for those Renowned Worthies that fell in England by Popilh Rage and Cruelty from the Year 1680 to 1688. Together with an Account of the late Admirable and Stupendious Providence which hath wrought such a sudden and Wonderful Deliverance for this Nation and Gods Sion therein Humbly Dedicated to their Present Majesties By Benjamin Keach Author of a Book called Sion in Distress or the Groans of the True Protestant Church Licensed and Entred according to Order LONDON Printed for Nath. Crouch at the Bell in the Poultrey near Cheapside 1689. To their Most Excellent Majesties William and Mary by the Grace of God King and Queen of England c. Dread Soveraigns May it please your Majesties MOST graciously to cast your Princely Eyes And to accept of this small worthless Mite From one whose Soul 's enamour'd with the sight Of seeing you brought to Great Britains Throne Which Angels do delight to look upon Methinks I see the Cherubs clap their wings Singing sweet Anthems to the King of Kings That such a King and Queen are set on high In glorious Power and Soveraign Majesty No marvel 't is since by Angelick Power You 're both preserved to this happy hour For sure he 's blind who can't discern most clear T was by Heavens Conduct you were both brought here Such a stupendious Providence before Was never known and never may no more Be seen again in this Great Northern Isle Which fills our hearts with joy makes us smile What a distressed and for lorn estate Was this now glorious Kingdom in of late Poor England alas did bleeding lye For many years inslav'd by Tyranny And Sion too was in the same condition Weeping with bitter groans and deep contrition Let me a little freely now dilate Upon Great Britains miserable state When first on her you cast your Royal look And her Salvation likewise undertook A glorious Enterprize which Heaven did bless With such amazing and admir'd success Sick sick as heart can hold the Kingdom lies Filling each corner with her mournful cryes Sometimes she burns as when a Fever heats Anon Despair brings cold and clammy sweats No rest she gains or if she do she dreams Of Massacres Fires Blood and direful Theams She no Physicians finds Bold Empiricks Are from St. Omers sent to try their tricks Who wicked crafty counsel take together To poyson her 't was this that brought them hither Nay hold says Petre we 'l first let her blood That 's fit for her and will do us most good Her Blood 's infected so corrupt I see Naught else can cure her Northern Heresie But let us first prescribe a Golden Pill To ease her that she may suspect no ill But may conclude we choice Physicians be The Pill that they prepar'd was Liberty Curiously gilt it was and tasted well But when 't was down she in t ' an Ague fell Then these State-Mountebanks do her assure Jesuits-Powder will effect the cure Yet still she 's sick and seiz'd with stronger fits Which made most think these Drs. all were Cheats Their Physick was of such a composition It made the Body Politick in confusion And many evidently did foresee 'T was to effect a direful Tragedy They did pretend to purge ill humours out That they their black Designs might bring about And th' evil humours which did lurking lie In divers parts o' th' Body grew thereby More strong and vigorous and did disturb What nature did before so strongly curb That wise Physicians made this wise conclusion T would wholly change the Bodys constitution From good to bad from healthy free and sound Would cause malignant humours to abound Ill ones no doubt it was design'd to nourish Tho' for a while some good ones it did cherish Thus may a Medicine which is safe and good As Liberty is if rightly understood When ill prepared and unduly given Prove dangerous as any under Heaven And pity 't is this universal Pill That has wrought wonders was design'd so ill But ah what shall she do th' Impostors Art Her head doth poison and corrupt her heart Must she O must she die O hear her groans Hear Sions too O hearken how she moans There is no help but from the God of Wonder 'T is he alone that 's able to bring under This Foe to Nature which is grown so strong And hath her vital parts opprest so long All her Physicians weep and secretly Were heard to say poor England now must die Unless th' Almighty by his own right hand Work Miracles to save our sinking Land. But who 's the Instrument will rise up for her Who is the Man whom God delights to honour To bring relief when all her hopes were gone Great Sir 'T was you Jehovah fixt upon No sooner heard she your victorious Name But she reviv'd and cheerful soon became But ah the Winds were cross this made us fear We n're should have your long'd for presence here And when we heard you were upon the Seas Our hearts rejoyced yet had not perfect ease We doubted still what dangers you might meet In that most Glorious and Renowned Fleet Yet still our Prayers more fervent were and more To see your Royal Person safe on shore And all the time in England you have been What strange amazing wonders have we seen A poor sick Land divided by Christs power Made whole and all united in an hour United so as joyntly to combine To own this just and glorious design O're us long hung a black and dismal Cloud From whence we fear'd a dreadful storm of blood Yet when it brake nought but sweet dews distill This this may sure our souls with wonder fill To see a Mighty Army rais'd by Rome Some flie for fear and others Friends become To gain the Victory yet never fight This plain appears Gods hand to all mens sight Poor Sion who i' th' dust did prostrate lie Bewailing her approaching misery Began to rouse and on her feet to stand When you upon the English Shore did land She long expected in our Hemisphere A glorious Star would certainly appear And now he 's come she can't for bear to sing With Joy to welcom her desired King And as the Sun whose powerful reflection Gives to all Vegetables a resurrection Even so Gods Witnesses now raised are Whose bodies lay like dead so lately here For though it was in the cold Winter time We saw so great a change in our sharp Clime As made us cry The Winter now is gone Your powerful Rays in this our Horizon Made Flowers bud as in the early Spring And chirping Birds
The total of his days His All-seeing Eye Though his own could not saw that he should dye That very fatal hour yet saw his death Not so so necessary but his Breath Might have been spared to a longer date Had he imbraced this not taken that Had not a furious Judge condemned thee Void of all pity and humanity Thou might'st have liv'd and seen with joyful Eyes That done for which thou fell'st a Sacrifice Yet that God orders all things right w' are sure The Death of some may Life to more procure But here 's just cause of further Lamentation For one we scarce can equal in the Nation A worthy Preacher who could not comply With what his Conscience could not justifie But hark how th' Enemy doth scoff and jear That a Dissenter's taken in the snare A better Sacrifice there could not come To please the Canibals of Bloody Rome Who do believe there is no Dish so good As a John Baptist's Head serv'd up in Blood. But he 's a Rebel Ay! that that 's the cry Now as to that let 's weigh impartially His dying words now printed which relate He did believe Monmouth Legitimate Or Lawful Son of Charles or else that he Would ne're have acted in the least degree In that design and we may likewise find The rest in general were of that mind And though they were mistaken let 's take care Not to asperse what dying men declare But sober thoughts of them still to retain And not with Obloquy their Memory stain But lo a multitude of Sufferers more Whose Blood for vengeance cries stand at the door Open to them my Muse Ah! do but see What a great number of them still there be Now they are come 't is fit I first make room For the most gallant generous Battiscombe A worthy Person of a great Estate Although he was cut off by cruel Fate The wretched Judge allur'd him to accuse Some other Gentlemen which he did refuse VVith scorn for he abhorr'd his Life to buy By such base and unmanly treachery VVen he o' th' Ladder was he seemed to smile Saying He hoped in a little while He should enjoy a Crown and Diadem Of Glory in the New Jerusalem That from a Land of misery and woe To the Coelestial Paradice he should go Hamling fell too nor was his Innocence Before so vile a Judge the least defence Against the Crimes wherewith they charged him Though altogether free from any Crime VVho neither was in Arms nor did assist Any that were nor any who did List Themselves for Monmouth nay he did advise His Son not to ingage but to be wise And unto Gods dispose leave every thing VVho in due Season would Deliverance bring But he was a Dissenter and for this He must not live for he accused is By two such Rascals as did never care VVhether 't were truth or falshood they did Swear But with the Judges humour would comply And by such Evidence this man must die Next Mr. Brag a Man of good Descent And well known to be wholly innocent VVho though a Lawyer yet no Law could have VVhereby his Life from violence to save When Law and Justice both o're-ruled were And Judge and Jury too resolv'd to steer By the false Compass of the Princes will In vain was the most Learned Lawyers skill None were secure neither the weak nor strong Will was made Law whether 't were right or wrong The Land-mark was remov'd all Common laid And all our English Liberties betray'd But time will fail me therefore I 'll proceed And not forget Smith Rose and Joseph Speed And Evans too shall such a man as he Fall basely and not draw a tear from me Then Madder Kid young Jenkins too all bled Who for his Youth ought to be pitied With Doctor Temple Spark and Captain Lisle Kill'd in cold Blood their malice was so vile And many hundred others who there fell So barbarously there 's scarce a Parallel Of Stirs that were in any former Reign Where so much cruelty was and leaves a stain Upon that time will ne're be wip't away Until the World and all things else decay But notwithstanding so much Blood was shed Some hundreds of poor Souls were banished Bereaved of their VVives and Children dear And into Forreign Countreys driven were And there exposed to all misery And the severities of Slavery The Husband separated from the VVife Depriv'd of all the joys of humane Life Their Goods and their Estates all forfeited And nothing left wherewith to buy them Bread. But should I all their miseries recount They to a mighty number would amount Yet now Great Nassaw's setled on the Throne VVe do not doubt but he 'll regard their moan That on their sorrows he will cast his Eyes And of his Princely goodness ease their cries But stay my Muse for here 's more cause of grief And I have still more cause of Heav'ns relief For now alas two Martyrs I espy On whom were acted a sad Tragedy The one a Person of great worth and name A Citizen of London of much Fame VVho by Time serving wretches that would do VVhat e're might please the Factious Romish Crew VVas doom'd to death by villanous Evidence Though for himself he made a just defence Alderman Cornish was this worthy man That thus unjustly suffered Who now can Forbear to weep or can forbear to tell VVhat to a pious woman then befel Poor Mistress Gaunt most dear thou wast to me Few of thy Sex ever excelled thee â—â— Zeal in Knowledge or in Charity VVho wast condemn'd a cruel death to die Cause thou relievedst men in misery These two I must bewail who in one day By Romish Treachery were swept away 'Gainst whom these Miscreants malice did appear ' Though altogether innocent and clear As doubtless we shall find apparently VVhen their Case stated is impartially As to the woman 't will be shewed ere long That many ways she suffered much wrong VVho by a Jury at Hâ—â—ks-Hall was freed Yet at th' Old-Bailey 'gainst her they proceed A London Jury took her Life away VVhich they may answer for another day On the same day these worthy Christians fell Most of us may remember very well That Gods displeasure ere that day was done Seem'd very evident to every one That his works doth observe and mind his hand In his strange operations in the Land. O come ye Angels lend your glorious Stile Created Beings to lament a while Ye blessed Hosts that sing Jehovah's praise Assist my Muse in lamentable Phrase For now the City Streets ev'n run with Blood Of those Just men who only sought our good Ah! London let all future Ages see Thy grief that Cornish lost his Life in thee Could not their burning thee abate their rage Nor their inslaving thee their wrath asswage Could not Great Russel's death them mollifie Nor Essex's murder stop their cruelty VVould not th' inthralling of Great Brittain do Religion and Liberty to o'rethrow Hast thou not
many years triumpht in Blood Undoing thousands who most faithful stood Unto their Countreys Interest venturing all The Common-weal might not to ruine fall Oh cursed Rome thou 'lt soon thy measure fill Thy wickedness grows and increases still Religion's shame and all the Worlds great curse Why dost thou still proceed from bad to worse And now my Muse methinks we shan't do right To worthy Cornish if we seem to slight His memory by a short Encomium To whom so much is due therefore let 's come And in a few lines more expatiate Upon the circumstances of his Fate Ah! London London did it not surprize Couldst thou behold poor Cornish with dry Eyes Hang'd like a Caitiff on a cursed Tree And acted in the very midst of thee To good men 't was a grievous sight we know Though to some wretches 't was a pleasing show A though with blushes Angels seem'd to see This horrid Act and Heav'n disturb'd to be What chearful looks this excellent Christian had â—s through the Streets he his last Journey made To that in triumph he did seem to go To death as if he certainly did know That Angels thence would carry him to bliss And place him where no pain nor sorrow is To be a Courtier to the King of Kings â—eeding on joy that from Christ Jesus springs The Sun that Morning his bright Beams displays And sends upon the Earth his Golden Rays Smiling while those two Worthies here remain But seem'd to frown as soon as they were slain The Heav'ns their mourning Garments do put on As if they 'd shew two Innocents were gone A Storm of Rain descends from that black Cloud With dreadful Lightning and with Thunder loud As if incensed Heav'n were in a Flame And Christ were coming to dissolve the same Or that the Judge of Judges now was come With all his Saints to give the World its Doom And wronged Cornish should be try'd again By upright Jurors of that blessed Train And in white Robes of Righteousness appear Before Heav'ns King his innocence to clear Jehovah's Trumpet sounding shook the Earth And to great Floods of Rain with Fire gave Birth Heav'n groan'd in Thunder and did weep in Shower Which did continue fiercely many hours Nor do I wonder that God thundered so When two such worthy Martyrs bled below And since the Heav'ns seem so apparently To justifie their Cause why may not I But stay no more of these for I espy Another Hero just before mine Eye Condemn'd a Prisoner ever to remain Who lay as dead but now 's reviv'd again Brave Johnson who can't be omitted here Aâ—â—ious Church-man valiant and sincere A Man of Parts and Learning a Divine Who sought his Countreys good as well as mine Ah! was he whipt Must he too be a Taster Of the sharp Rod like to his Blessed Master In vain would envious Clouds his Fame obscure Reproach to him doth still more praise procure His Lord and Master too was scourged sore For bearing Witness to the Truth before Why then do virulent Tongues attempt to stain The solid Glory which his Soul did gain But yet 't is strange the Mother should consent Her Sons should suffer such sad punishment Wounds from a Friend strike deep but when from Foes We dis-regard slight and contemn their blows And since few others move in the defence Of wounded Honour and wrong'd Innocence I for the kindness which to thee I bear At thy sad Sufferings must drop a tear Had all come from a treacherous Enemy It had not been so great an injury But to be wounded i' th' House of thy Friends This this all other cruelty transeends And then great Soul to be degraded too Was very hard to bear but that you knew This oft-times is the way to Dignity And Honour doth succeed Humility BUT now alas new griefs do me surround Groans from the North my mournful Soul confound My Muse must now take wing and swiftly fly To have a view of Scotland's misery Be silent and attend you soon will hear Their dismal cries will penetrate your Ear. The Sufferings of my Children here were bad But in that Nation they were far more sad No place more like to France man ever saw Where Arbitrary Power stood for Law. Men of all Ranks were seized and did lye In noisome Jayls yet knew no reason why And to insnare them swarms of cursed Spies Abroad are sent under a false disguise Who strove t' incense them to dislike and hate The King and all his Ministers of State And to extort some words from them that so They thereby might unwary Souls o'rethrow If they found any pious just and good Then many snares were laid to suck their Blood By those vile Emissaries who were sent On purpose to intrap the Innocent Suborned Witnesses imployed were Who for their wages any thing would Swear Whâ—â—eby Mâ—â—s Lives Estates and Honours too Are all indangered were they High or Low. The Chiefest Peers and Worthiest Patriots Had many 〈◊〉 the most unhappy Lots Unless they 'd be Debaucht down they must go And suffer as the meanest Rebels do Iâ— to Gods Laws Men faithfully do stand And won't be Subject to the Kings command Refusing what their Conscience offends Th' are judg'd To Caesar then to be no Friends Some Men they try'd and on that very day Condemned and their Lives were ta'ne away No Pray'rs nor Intercessions will they hear A little time to grant them to prepare For Death nay they did impiously say Hell was too good for Rebels such as they Yea they made Lawâ— the thoughts of men to reach Whom oâ— ill words or deeds none could impeach If of the Government they evil think They of Deaths bitter Cup are sure to drink Sometimes they wheedl'd them to a Confession Promising Life upon the same condition Come come say they freely to us declare What your conceptions of the Government are Speak what you think sure you are not afraid Nor will disown what you so lately said Dissemble not in matters of your Faith Since you remember what the Scripture saith That they who won't confess Christ Jesus here He will not own them when he does appear Subscribe to your Profession you shall see How very kind and merciful we 'l be Speak man and let 's your Testimony have If you will both your Soul and Body save Thus do they mock them with Expostulations As Priests and Jesuits do in Popish Nations But all the time they hide their cruel hate While thus they craftily expostulate For in the Council Men concealed stood To witness what they said and shed their Blood And thus with them they dealt most treacherously And many of their Lives depriv'd thereby And when they came to dye they beat a Drum Lest to the light their wickedness should come A very bad Cause sure that could not bear The dying words of those that Sufferers were But those that wary are and won't accuse Themselves of ought they barbarously use With
dreadful mark Of flaming vengeance that precedes the dark Approach of night can this vast Comet be Ought but the Prologue of calamity Prodigious Meteors blazing fiery Stars Are Heraulds sent to menace open VVars Against rebellious and polluted Coasts By him who is the mighty Lord of Hosts Awake O England this Lethargick sleep Is out of Season 't is a time to weep 'T is guilty Children tremble at the Rod Can you be stupid when the angry God Sets up this dreadful Ensign of his wrath Rouze up Repentance let a lively Faith Now go to work see how the preaching Air Instead of sinning does exhort to Prayer For thy fantastick Garbs Perfumes and all Thy orhwe trash it doth for Sackcloth call From carnal sports it bids thee quickly get Calls from the Taverns to the Mercy seat From that accursed Randezvouz of Lust It bids thee hasten and repent in dust Have not th' experience of past Ages given Their sad remarks upon these Signs in Heaven VVhat follow'd still but certain spoil of Nations Plagues Fire and Sword and other devastations The sure Eversion of some potent Crown The death of Heroes Monarchs tumbled down But thou Illustrious Architect of wonder Remove the sorrows which I labour under Does this amazing Prodigy betoken That Rampant Babel shall be quickly broken Does it portend that Antichrist shall break In pieces striving to destroy the weak Remains that on this blessed name do call Or does 't presage that trembling I shall fall Lord canst thou see thy pleasant Vineyard tore And rooted up by this rapacious Boar Or have my Childrens crying sins provok'd That dismal sentence not to be revok'd Gods methods were to chasten not destroy Those sinning Souls in whom he once took joy O give thy sinking Church a true discerning VVhat thou dost mean by this prodigious warning That by thy Spirits sacred Flame calcin'd By Scourges mended and by heat refin'd We may find Grace and all our ways amend For some strange change this doubtless doth portend Sion's Friend This was first published eight years ago Just as God did that Fiery Meteor show And when amaz'd at that astonishing sight What you have read I moved was to write What in my judgment it might signifie Though I did ne're pretend to Prophecy But yet we see some things since come to pass Of what so plainly then predicted was A dismal hour of darkness did appear And from that time increased every year Which England nor Gods Witnesses before Did ever see nor I hope ne're will more Our Governments Foundation up was torn Our famous City stript and left forlorn Good men turn'd out of Office without cause And those imploy'd who violate those Laws Which only can the Subjects Right secure And England did sad Slavery to endure Gods Witnesses have likewise since been slain Though they are lately brought to Life again Yea what a wondrous strange Catastrophie Has since befall'n Great Brittain's Monarchy And what a blow is thereby given to Rome We may presage what further is to come For I don't doubt ere its effects are o're The Church of Rome shall fall and rise no more And though proud Lewis triumph let him know It may foretel his final overthrow The Turks have felt the sad effects and shall Unless they own the truth entirely fall No Comet I believe did e're fore-show More good that unto Protestants should grow But lest I should appear unkind to be In stopping Sion's groans in misery I will forbear that she may yet relate What for some years has been her direful state And shew what grief she now does labour under Which seems to break her very Heart asunder Dear Mother pray be pleased to proceed For to your words I 'll give attentive heed Sion Your news is good but Oh! my Spirits faint Finding such doleful causes of complaint My panting Soul renewed grief doth feel My feeble knees beneath their burden reel Such are the black enormities and crimes Which do attend these dark and gloomy times Although I see a Parliament most just Yet I alas lye covered in the dust This was in Eighty when thou couldst not see The Saviour which God had prepar'd for thee I am beset within and round about Nor can I see how God will bring about Deliverance for my Enemies are strong And snares have laid to ruin me ere long And since my sins and Englands are so great â—t may God move to leave his Mercy-Seat And give us up into Rome's Hellish power To be destroy'd in this most dismal hour And if at this time we preserved be When Rome attacks us with such subtilty Playing with so much malice her last Game We ought to praise the great Jehovahs Name Since nothing but a Miracle can do this So very dangerous our condition is Sion's Children Ah Mother who can disallow your moan The Cause is just for every one must own Our failing great and that our sins provoke Impending Judgments and a future stroke If interceeding Mercy step not in To Ward the blow and Cancel all our sin But since amazing Providence now gives light And makes appear the dark Intrigues o' th' night Since Heav'n exposes the results of Rome To publick notice since the Traytors come To Legal Execution since the Grand Contrivers of these mischiefs dare not stand The Test of Law or due Examination 1680. Since such brave Hero's represent the Nation Whose Clear Sagacious penetrating Eyes Dive into Rome's abhorred Mysteries VVhose Noble Souls whose Loyal English Hearts The closest sleights of Antichristian Arts Can ne're deceive whose brave resolves defeat Those curs'd Delinquents whether small or great VVhose Free-born courages do scorn to stoop To be the Vassals of a doting Pope An upstart Vicar whose Pow'r ne're was given By binding Laws of either Earth or Heaven VVe therefore Dearest Mother do conclude That what has past of Romish interlude Is near an Exit That the Scene will be Chang'd from a Tempest to Serenity This was writ in 1680. respecting the Worthy Englisâ— Parliament then Sitting Such were our hopes then Sion O that 's a Cordial but my grief does borrow Some fresh objections to renew my sorrow For some that wish me well do yet in spite Of Gospel-beamings and the clearest Light Retain some Romish fragments which displeases The meek the humble self-denying JESUS His way of worship Scripture does express No useless Pomp no Artificial Dress Becomes Religion Chastity abhors The Garb the Painting and the Gate of Whores VVhy should my Friends a Virgin-Church pollute VVith any Relicks of that Prostitute VVhy gawdy things that never had their name In Sacred Records our Profession shame Why are our Rites enammel'd with their gloss Why must our Gold be mingled with their dross Why farther Reformation is supprest T' uphold a Grandeur that 's Usurp'd at best Why doors and windows must be shut up quite To stop the radiance of its further Light And why must such as disallow those tricks Be branded
And with thy Children in sweet consort sing Triumphant Hallelujahs to your King. Sion Thy voice is to my ravisht Soul so sweet I am reviv'd and set upon my feet I 'll speak thy Praise in Songs because I see That Glory near which thou hast promis'd me And now Great Babylon who art my Foe My time 's at hand and thou shalt quickly know My God has not forsaken me for now He will advance me and make thee to bow â—hen shalt thou hide for shame thy wretched head Whilst I in triumph will upon thee tread â—â—cause thou upon me so long hast trod 〈◊〉 in contempt hast said Where is that God 〈◊〉 therefore will rightly retaliate â—nd bring just vengeance on thy cursed pate The Insolent Triumph of the Romish Strumpet over the Protestant Church VVHy do these Hereticks so brisk appear And their false Church such jollity declare â—â—r silly Souls 'T is now but Eighty seven â—nd soon you 'll find I with you will be ev'n â— smile to think how much thou art mistaken 'T is I am mounted high Thou art forsaken â—ure thou are frantick and thy senses fail To think that over me thou canst prevail â— final Conquest I shall make o're thee â—nd swift destruction shall thy portion be 〈◊〉 all my wounds I now have got a cure â—nd from your fiery darts I am secure â—ow am raised to the height of bliss â—nd all my Glory in its Zenith is â— am a Queen and so shall still remain â—nd as Supream I o're the Earth will reign â— Pomp and Glory I must govern all The Mightiest Monarchs me their Mistriss call How can I fall when such a Holy prop â—oes me support as My Lord God the Pope The Great men of the Earth his Vassals are VVho sits in grandeur in St. Peters Chair The Glorious Empire of the VVorld he hath And he retains the keys of Heaven and Death Think not that he regards the little tricks Of the weak ignorant and damn'd Hereticks Alas He can make use when e're he please Of Peters Sword as well as Peters Keys He 'l make his Canons roar louder than Guns To ruin those thou call'st Thy Protestant Son's If once his roaring Bulls give the Alarm He 'l make all Christendom forthwith to arm Themselves in my defence who soon will work Thy overthrow Alas didst thou not lurk Hundreds of years in holes where none could see Or understand what was become of thee He that then broke thy feeble force asunder Has still sufficient strength to hold thee under And in such strict Subjection thee will keep That thou e're long shalt not even dare to peep Am I not arm'd with the Stupendious power Of all the Earth Can't I with ease devour Thy whole Concernments at one single mess Have not Skilful Cooks such meals to dress 〈…〉 Imperial and the Royal Sword 〈…〉 to be brandish't at my word Great Britains King and Catholick Nobles will My Interest to promote use all their Skill Oh! happy hour Oh long desired day Great James doth now the Royal Scepter sway Ah! VVhat a night of darkness has been here On me and mine when nothing did appear But black despair until this happy Reign And dost thou think e're to prevail again Is not the Soveraign Power in my hand I 'll make thee now submit to my command The Sacred Sword is once more giv'n to me And all shall now obey the Holy See. Heav'n has beheld my sorrows and therefore In favour me hath visited once more Nor can I now miscarry For you see How wise our King and 's Secret Council be VVhat e're you hope 't is certain I can't fail VVhen over Crowned Heads I thus prevail VVhen Reverend Jesuits sit at the Helm They 'll quickly raise up my Jerusalem The former Governments for many years Ruin'd the Monarchy and increast my fears The Old Foundations we will raze up quite And new ones raise either by force or right Impudent Varlets question Royal pleasure Though from the Power Divine he takes his measure VVhy may not Gods Vicegerent justly claim The same Dominion And why not aim At such an absolute Soveraignty that none Shall contradict whatever he 'll have done If th' People rule what use is there of Kings VVhen Subjects may at pleasure clip their wings This with my Doctrine never will agree VVhere Will is Law there 's the best Monarchy This is the Government I approve of too 'T will strengthen me and work thy overthrow A Parliament shall do what er'e they please That so disturbed minds we may appease But if they fail We have already seen That none of them for many years have been Fit to be trusted And their name I hate For they Eclipse the glory of the State They make the Crown seem but an Airy thing As good be nothing as not Absolute King. Why may not Kings be as they were of old Why should they be in any thing controul'd I 'le have it here e're long as 't is in France 'T is only that my Glory will advance I now perceive what made us lose the Game It was our slow proceedings caus'd the same Our timorous Spirits But to my Joy I know We now have one who fast enough will go Delays are dangerous The Sword is ours By Law declar'd what need we other powers We may be counted Fools indeed or worse If we can't make the Sword command the Purse And though the Nation be inslav'd thereby Who shall contend with Just Authority For Monarchy is so Divine a thing None dares gainsay what e're 's done by the King. He surely is accountable to none But God alone who set him on the Throne Your Protestants will to Providence impute Their thraldom and will presently grow mute For they poor pious Fools think the Decree Of Heav'n falls on them though from Hell it be And when their Reason is abus'd by it Religion then will teach them to submit For Non-resistance is a truth so clear Your Reverend Church-men preach it every where And well they may Does not the Apostle Paul Declare what doom will on Resisters fall For all who do resist Authority Are doubtless damn'd to all Eternity But seeing Tyranny does so odious look To catch you Hereticks we must hide the hook And of your Burdens give you present ease That afterward we may do what we please For since the Nation is returned back Dear Mother Church will never see them lack Money nor Men so that they all shall see My Purse as open as my arms now be Besides Great Sums the Catholicks in France Have offered my Interest to advance Lewis the Great vast Treasures will bestow If he thereby can work your overthrow The Pope will likewise drein his Treasures dry Before he 'l lose this opportunity You to depress and me to set on high No Aid from Parliaments we need to crave Without Demand money enough we have And thus the Commons we shall gratify By taking off the
things effect ere he has done I intermissions have now ease then pain Sometimes I soar aloft then down again Having thus spoke she bow'd and with her tears Bedew'd the parched Earth when straight appears A comforter by pittying Heav'n then sent To raise her drooping Spirits almost spent And his approach unto her having made In most obliging terms thus to her said Distressed Church I fully know thy grief And as thou hast received some relief So God will hear thy sighs and fervent Pray'rs And suddenly will wipe away all tears From thy wet Eyes and all thy griefs expell And in sweet peace and safety thou shalt dwell My Grand Design I 've publickly made known Each part whereof in time thou shalt see done Wait but with patience I for Englands good Think nought too much No not my dearest blood I equally my favour will extend To all whose Faithfulness shall them commend Unto my service and appear to be Lovers of Englands Ancient Liberty All Protestants I jointly will respect And equally my People will protect But yet the best deserving Men I will Imploy and chiefly them incourage still My subjects Hearts I would unite together That nothing might divide them more for ever I none but treacherous Papists will disown Or such as are sowrn Enemies to my Crown To such they must expect I shall appear As Justice leads me to it most severe The Good and Virtuous I shall always cherish That Truth and Goodness in my reign may flourish My coming was design'd to cover all That Persecution upon none should fall In these poor Kingdoms But that now at last Forgetting all the mischiefs which are past Whereby ill men contriv'd to bring about their Plots and root the true Religion out Not only here but likewise in each Land Where it establisht is by Christs right hand I now resolve if God will prosper me All Protestants shall safe and happy be And live in perfect Love and Unity Protestant Church GReat Sir your Speeches to your Parliament Sufficiently discover your intent Yea they revive our Souls neither do we See cause to doubt of your Integrity But hope that God who such great things hath wrought And by your hand this strange Deliverance brought Will so endear you to the hearts of all True Englishmen especially those that call Sincerely upon Heaven That they may cry With Pray'rs and Tears for you continually And never to the Throne of Grace draw near But you upon their tender Hearts may bear Your last most gracious offer That you 'l ease Your Subjects of so great a Tax doth please And them obliges to that high degree They all will strive who shall most Loyal be Your Justice in asserting each mans right To worship God according to that Light He hath receiv'd will multitudes procure To own your Interest and your Rights secure For who will not to Caesars Cause be true When Caesar unto God doth give his due And the Almighty's Government will maintain Who over Conscience is sole Soveraign If any do the Civil State disturb On such you justly ought to put a curb But if like Men and Christians they do live Doubtless just Liberty to them you 'l give Nor will our Parliament this Right deny Whose Protestant zeal hath rais'd their Fame so high For you we ought to praise the God of Heaven Who by your means such blessings hath us given When all our Liberties were near infring'd And Englands Fundamental Laws unhing'd When all things both in Church and State did run To ruin and we judg'd our selves undone You under God have now restor'd our Laws And likewise have defended Sions Cause The Mighty God Dread Prince chose you to be Our only help in great extremity With double blessings may you both be Crown'd Who in compassion to us did abound My Children resolve unanimously With you to stand and fall To'live and dye With hazard of your life their Chains you broke And off their necks remov'd the Romish Yoke With vast expence you this great act have done And of your Person have much danger run Shall I not then with all my Children cry We with our King and Queen will live and die Our lives we under God to you do owe And therefore whatsoever we can do Can 't be too much And in a grateful way We ought to strive your goodness to repay We find our rising proves our Enemies fall Where are they now that did us then inthrall They dig'd a Pit and in it fallen are Yea wonderfully catcht in their own snare This is Gods doing and is marvellous Even to our Enemies as well as us And therefore now my self I must address Unto the God of Truth and Righteousness I 'le lift my Soul to him in Thanks and Praise And ne're forget his Wonders in these days The Churches Song of Praise and Thanksgiving to God for her late Gracious deliverance OH matchless Grace Oh Love beyond degree Now I am certain there is none like thee In Heav'n or Earth I will Praise thee therefore For thou a Salve hast now found for my sore Transported by thy Love with Joy I cry My ravisht Spirit must exalt the High And Mighty God by whose unbounded grace My heart 's enlarg'd to run the blessed race Thou shalt conduct me to the Living Springs From thence I 'le rise up as with Eagles Wings Unto that heavenly Mount of Faiths desire Where thy Transcendent Glory I 'll admire And in those happy Seats of Bliss above I 'l be imbraced in thy Arms of Love. I 'l hold thee fast and never let thee go For by thy loss Oh what a depth of woe Did I fall into What a dreadful case Was I in when thou Lord didst hide thy face If I have thee I nothing else need trave Without thee if all else I nothing have Nothing without thee is of worth to me All things are vanity compar'd to thee To be thy Portion Lord thou didst me chuse And sure so great a grace I 'll ne're refuse Thou art my Saviour and my Heritage My Sanctuary too from Age to Age I therefore evermore will dwell with thee And thou alone my hiding place shalt be When I was fal'n thou raisedst me on High For which thy blessed name I 'll magnify Thou didst in mercy look on my distress When I Lord was in woful heaviness Beset with cruel Foes and could not sâ—â— The many dangers that incompast me Thou didst observe my ruin very near And thou didst suddenly for me appear Didst send thy Servant speedily away To save me from the ravenous Beasts of Prey Thou like a tender Father couldst not see Thy Children fail by Romish Cruelty Thy special favours may I ne're forget Let them with Power on my heart be set Ah! how unworthy was this sinful Land For whom thou didst stretch forth thy mighty hand To save and help them in that dreadful hour When all their hope was lost and all their power Though thy
and haughty be May all be smitten with great fear And meet the like Catastrophe As those who lately in this Land Declar'd Their will should us command Let all men know The Power Divine Is absolute and that alone None ever 'gainst him did combine But they were surely overthrown 'T is He pulls down and sets up too And who dares say What dost thou do To the Discontented Subject COme Sir let us a while debate About great Brittains Present State What is it you would have Is 't Liberty as Englishmen Or had you rather be again A fetter'd Romish slave Are you so fond of Tyranny That you fain back again would fly To Egypts former fare Do you not know their Garlick's strong Their Flesh Pots have been poysoned long For shame come no more there Hath God Wrought wonders in our Land Ev'n by another Moses's hand And yet when all is done Will you to Egypt shew your love And slight the works of God above And back again be gone What Humour 's this of Discontent That such a King and Parliament You will not cleave unto By whom God hath such wonders done Who have such mighty hazards run To save the Land and you You lately seemed full of grief And greatly did desire relief And now 't is come will ye With sullen minds repine and say Things are not carried that same way Which we did hope to see Ah! be not like Haman of old Who though exalted yet b'ing told That Mâ—â—decai also â—s in the favour of the King â—id much sorrow to him bring Ah! no such hatred show â— those who have an equal right â— favour in their Princes sight And faithful Subjects are â—ho are Free-born as well as you â—hy may not they of Honour too Expect an equal share â— that which pleaseth all the Land â—ith your self Interest will not stand How can it helped be â—all England wholly be undone â—nd be by Popery over-run To humor such as ye â— do not shew your selves again Of the vile race of Cursed Cain Must Abel have no Friend But be observ'd with envious Eyes And by you made a Sacrifice Until the World shall end O be not guilty of such pride Not to be on your Soveraigns side Unless he please to show His indignation and suppress Those that love Truth and Righteousness And better are than you Can none be Loyal to the King But only those that roar and sing And drink his health each day Come don't mistake for certainly He shews the greatest Loyalty Who for him most doth Pray Let all good Protestants agree And live in love and unity For 't is the only thing That 's pleasing unto God above And will procure to us his Love And other blessings bring Since God designs good unto all VVhy should we on each other fall Or shew so ill a mind As by unjust and evil ways To hinder that by our delays VVhich good men long to find Shall any Christian be so vain To plead for Laws that do prophane The Holy Sacrament VVhich Christ did never institute Nor any ought to prostitute To such a low intent To that design and only end It was ordain'd let us attend Lest God offended be And bring his dreadful Judgments forth To cut us down in his great wrath For such iniquity It 's neither righteous just nor good And has too long already stood Oh! let it fall for ever The King will stronger be hereby His subjects serve him cheerfully And all cement together An Hymn of Praise INstead of Grief Joy now appears And scatter'd are our dismal fears The Northern Lyon's come See how our haughty Foes do cry And a◠〈◊〉 â—â—oks see how they fly 〈…〉 ir sad doom â—f men refuse and will not speak The Rocks and Stones will silence break For Heav'n and Earth resolve To Judge great Babels bloudy Whore And she ere long shall be no more Her power shall dissolve The Star we did expect t' appear â—s risen in our Hemisphere And warning gives to all Of wonders which will suddenly Amaze the World far off and nigh For Rome must surely fall Strange and amazing Tragedies Kept secret long from all mens Eyes To light will all now come Such Viilanies as were never known Which Devils are asham'd to own Yet acted were by Rome She that did say I sit a Queen And hop'd no sorrow to have seen Now strangely is brought under Which sure could never have been done By any hand but his alone Who is the God of wonder And he who hath such Marvels wrought And with just vengeence down hath brought Englands and Sions Foe Will greater things effect e're long And cause his Saints another Song To sing than now they do For there are none stand in his way But they must fall or him obey For God is risen up Those who have ruined good men Unless Repentance they obtain Must drink that very Cup For God a Righteous Judge will be For wicked men a scourge has he Let them be who they will He is a God that cannot lye And therefore will Impartially On all his Word fulfil Come therefore and loud praise proclaim Unto Jehovahs Glorious Name All you his People Dear Who long time have desir'd to see An end of Sions misery For her Salvation's near The Tryal and Condemnation of Mystery Babylon the Great Whore. BUT what approaches Heark Methinks I hear The Sound of dreadful Trumpets in mine ear To usher in Gods day of wrath and Ire On those who did against his Saints conspire The Great Assize that happy day is come To Judge and give the Whore her Fatal Doom She 's charg'd with Treason 'gainst Gods Holy Laws Impartial Justice now will try the Cause She 's seiz'd upon and in the Jaylors hand Who will produce her when he has command Jehovah bids that Babylon the Great Be forthwith brought before the Judgment Seat. Justice Most Sovereign Lord who is it dares gain say VVhat thou command'st I must and will obey Lo here I bring the Scarlet Strumpet forth 〈…〉 createdst Heaven and Earth Thy Judgment Seat she seems to slight and scorn Says â—he saâ— guiltless as the Child unborn Jehovah Her crimes lay open and her facts declare Turn up her â—â—irts and let her faults appear Let th' Universe by her indictment see The cause of my most Just severity Justice Dread Soveraign of the VVorld I will proceed And will her black â—ndictment loudly read Come forth great VVhore hear thy dismal charge VVâ—â—â—n sâ—alâ— by proofs be evidenc'd at large By th' name of Babylon thou art hither Cited And by the name of VVhore thou stand'â—t Indicted Thou void of Grace and Gods most holy Fear To Satans Machiâ—ations didst adhere VVith him to Plot against thy Soveraign Prince To whom thou oughtst to yield Preheminence In Ancient times he was thine only Spouse Our Holy Law no Bigamy allows Yet thou base him perfidiously forsook And to thy â—elf another Husband took And with
midst of all my Jollities Must I meet with this terrible surprize And into such amazement now be thrown Just when I thought that all had been my own Oh blessed Virgin help Ah pity show Scatter my fears my enemies overthrow St. Patrick and St. Andrew George and all Unite your strength Oh now prevent my fall Oh haste make haste or I am quite undone What shall I do Oh whither shall I run Romes Angel Guardian I do thee invoke To save our Church and to divert this stroke You Saints and Martyrs who at Tyburn dy'd Pray the blest Virgin to be on our side O mighty Neptune with an angry brow Upon my Foes thy utmost vengeance show That this proud Pharaoh whose ambitious mind To ruin Mother Church hath now design'd May ne'r prevail From landing oh him keep Let all his hopes be buried in the deep Why are the Sea 's so calm will they consent Him to preserve to my sad detriment Ah! raise yourboistrous winds and swelling waves And in your bowels let them have their graves Break all their Ships let them sink down like lead And in the raging Seas be buried Look out you English Heroes hoist your Sails Cursed be he whose heart or courage fails Fight valiantly and then I need not fear That Eighty Eight will be a fatal year Ah! heark He 's landed that 's bad news if true And in the West I dread what will insue What cursed Star bears Rule Ah! cruel Fate The Sea and Seamen both now shew their hate What! none t' oppose none that will them withstand What! suffer such an Enemy to land Are all the Gods asleep on whom I call No they have heard me and on him will fall Though he has seap'd the Seas you 'l soon perceive Vengeance much longer will not let him live Chear up my gallant Souldiers you I trust Will never fly Therefore with speed you must Be all in readiness and do not fear But fierce as Lyons 'gainst your foes appear Though he pas pass'd the Seas yet let yourrage Declare he greater dangers must ingage In glittering Armor now march bravely on Fight but like men and then the day 's our own You 'll be Invincible none can you oppose For you in Number Courage Skill your Foes Do far exceed I likewise do depend Much on my Forreign Allies who will lend Both Money Men and Council for the Cause Then down go all the Hereticks and their Laws Their Houses Lands their Gold and Silver too We 'll Seize and then distribute them to you Hah What 's the matter What bad news again How are things carried pray at Salisbury Plain We hear the Enemy is coming on With mighty force and is oppos'd by none Our damn'd Heretical Army do declare That they to Popery sworn Enemies are Some to our Foes are gone and more will go â—â—av'n pity us Alas What shall we do â—â—y more then that the worst is still behind â—ost of the Greatest Peers with them are join'd â—e hear they are an hundred thousand strong â—nd we much doubt they will be here ere long â—ll things against us now seem to combine â—s if our ruin all men did design Such pannick fears our senses do affright We neither strength nor courage have to fight Such Giants as we hear our Enemies are Whose Men and Horses both do armour wear Their frightful whiskers and two handed Swords No little terror to our men affords One of these Brandenburghers sure will be Able to cut off many such as we But silence Heark Another Post What now Bad Tydings still Alas I scarce know how Or what to tell you but most certainly Our Army does before the Enemy fly All All is lost Ah! Where now shall we run Shift for your selves sad times are coming on Sure so unfortunate none ever were Oh see how th' Hereticks do laugh and jeer So great an Army scattered and gone Who soon might have a glorious Conquest now Had they resolv'd to face the enemy We quickly should have got the Victory But Stay Stay Stay Here 's more ill news I fear A Post from Reading I see drawing near Well what 's done there Alas the Town is taken I doubt that all our Saints have us forsaken Some were there slain and otherâ— put to flight The Teagues are kill'd The Scots refuse to fight Nay which is worse The King this night is gone Ah now my heart fails quite w are all undone Alas must I be tamely forc'd to yield Must I thus cowardly forsake the Field Must all my hopes be blasted in a day Let Vengeance fall on those who did betray The cause I 've carryed on from age to age With deepest policy and fiercest rage Fly Children for your lives Oh! search about And strive to find some place of refuge out A Protestant See how they look and with what dread and fear These guilty wretches now fly here and there To hide their Heads and skulk in holes alone And dare not now themselves for Papists own They post away and hurry to and fro To Dover Portsmouth and Gravesend they go Their Priests and Jesuits are in great despair Throw off their Gowns and run they scarce know where Their Judges too that lately gave their Votes So learnedly from their dispensing Throats Who what Rome would have done durst ne`re deny But to all Arbitrary Power did comply Are routed now and forc't in haste to trudge Each wishing he had never been a Judge The Chancellor that Mighty Man of sence Is nonplust now how to escape from hence That Loyal Soul that zealous Slave to Rome The Wappingers on him pronounce his doom He that to them did always malice bear By providence at last was taken there Others were seiz'd that strove themselves to save Who in short time may their demeâ—its have Great Nassaw like the rising Sun appears Whose warming influence drys up all our tears Marching to London with his Noble train Whereby our dying hopes revive again But let us hear what Sion now does say Who seem'd o'rewhelm'd with grief the other day Sion Ah! I am still perplext although I stand Amaz'd to see these wonders in the Land I know not yet how things with me may go Nor what my gracious God intends to do Whether my Foes are absolutely slain Or whether yet they may not rise again Whether my Children shall have equal share Of favour and protection without fear And whether those who did our Rights betray And for a mess of Pottage sold away Our dear bought Freedoms shall now trusted be As Conservators of our Libertie Yet let things go as the great God shall please I must rejoice in this my present ease Who by his Glorious and Almighty Pow'r Sent us relief in a most needful hour Whereby my dreadful and most cruel Foe Received an amazing overthrow But yet I find some strugling in my Womb Another Birth I do expect to come That God who hath this gracious work begun Will greater