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A47607
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Sion in distress, or, The groans of the Protestant Chruch [sic]
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Keach, Benjamin, 1640-1704.
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Wing K87; ESTC R27452
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afflicted heretofore I le turn my hand upon the bloody VVhore Because thou dost my holy Name profess Ill break in peice them that thee oppress Arm'd with Commission from the great Jehove I will come down and all thy Griefs remove All Weapons form'd against my Sion shall Unprosp'rous prove for I will break them all I 'll teach thy Children give thee lasting Peace Converted Gentiles shall the Church increase Though wicked Men with words do thee deride Thy Borders I 'll enlarge on every side Each hungry Soul with plenty I will feed The Earth I will divide among thy Seed I 've promis'd that they shall the world possess And will perform it now in Righteousness I will descend unto my Holy Hill The Earth with knowledge I will quickly fill I will supperss al Luxury and Riot The Heathen in my presence shall be quiet Above all Kings I shall exalted be And Rule the Earth with Soveraign Majesty When all the Kingdoms in the World are mine Then thou in Beauty like a Queen shalt shine And with thy Children in sweet Consort sing Triumphant Hallelujahs to your King SION O Matchless Grace and Love beyond degree Now I am certain there is none like Thee In Heav'n or Earth were there ten thousand more For thou hast found a Salve for every Sore Transported by thy love with joy I cry My Ravisht Spirit must exalt the high And mighty Lord by whose unbounded grace My hearts enlarg'd to run the blessed Race Thou shalt conduct me to thy living Springs From thence I 'll mouant up as with Eagles Wings Vnto the Heavenly Mount of Faith's desire Where I thy Grace and Glory will admire Then I 'll descend from those Abodes above To be embraced in the Arms of Love I 'll hold thee fast and never let thâ—â— go For by thy loss O what a Depth of Wo Did I sustain In what a dreadful Case Was I when thou didst hide thy glorious face Thee having though nought elsn what have I not Without thee though all else what have I got Lord having all things and not thee what have I Let me enjoy but thee what further crave I Without thee nothing is of worth to me All things are vile when once compar'd to thee To be thy Portion Lord thou didst me chuse And thou my Portion art I 'll â—â—'re refuse So rich a Grace thou art my Heritage Thou art a God of Love from Age to Age And therefore evermore I 'll dwell with thee For thou alone my Hiding-place shalt be In time of trouble and of fury great I will unto thy Holy Name retreat Which is a sure defence to all that fly With care and speed from their iniquity When I was down thou lift'st me up on high And I thy Name will therefore magnify O Lord with Patience I will undergo Their indignation for I well do know I have provok't thy great and glorious Name Which is the cause that I do suffer shame Although at present I am low and mean Poor and despis'd and so long time have been Thou canst all Sorrows to thy Sion bless I therefore in thy Pleasure acquiesce I 'll wait upon thee till thou dost arise To break in pieces all mine Enemies My precious Cause then I do leave with thee Which thou O Lord wilt surely plead for me Thy Voice is to my ravisht Soul so sweet That I 'm 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 thou bloudy Whore that art my Foe My time 's at hand which thou shalt quickly know My God has not forsaken me for now He will advance me and make thee to bow Then shalt thou hide for shame thy filthy head Whilst I in Triumph shall upon thee tread Because so long thou hast upon me trod And in Contempt hast said Where is thy God He will therefore in Right retaliate And bring just Vengeance on thy cursed Pate Babylon POOR Sion thou art much mistaken I 'm mounted high thou art forsaken Sure thou art Frantick when thou dost Make such a vain and groundless boast The final Conquest must be mine And swift Destruction must be thine For all my Wounds I 've got a Cure From all your Darts I am secure I am arriv'd at height of Bliss My Glory in its Zenith is I am a Queen and shall remain Supream on Earth I only reign In glitt'ring Grandeur over all Great Monarchs Me their Mistriss call How can I fall when such a Prop Supports as my Lord God the POPE All Men on Earth His Vassals are Who sits in Peter's Holy Chair The Empire of the World he hath He keeps the Keys of Hell and Death Dost think he fears the little tricks Of thy small brood of Hereticks He can make use when he doth please Of Peter's Sword as well as Keys His Canons roar as loud as Guns To crush thy feeble Pigmy-Sons Let but his Bulls give an Alarm Hee 'll make all Christendom to Arm Themselves in my defence and work Thine Overthrow didst thou not lurk Some Hundred Years that none could see Or know what was become of thee He that could rend thy force asunder Has still the Strength to keep thee under He will thee in Subjection keep So that thou shalt not dare to peep Am I not armed with the Power Of all the Earth I can devour Your Int'rest at a single Mess I have fit Cooks such Meals to dress Th' Imperial and the Regal Sword Are brandish'd when I give the word Great Princes Dukes and Nobles will With all their force My Mind fulfil My Gentry who brave Heroes are Resolved be no Pains to spare Their Very Lives they 'll freely spend To bring my Purpose to an end My Brisk Mounsieurs My Spanish Dons Will over-match thy silly Sons My Rogues in Grain I ready have Obedient like a Turky-slave If bid to thrust their bloudy Knives In throats of Fathers Children Wives In any 's out their own they 'll do 't And lay them sprawling at my Foot I've Teagues and Torys at my Beck Will wring their Heads as Chickens Neck Try'd Villains that will never start From Mothers Womb to tear the heart Of Unborn-Infants they 'll deflour Then rip her up in half an hour Faint Rogues will melt with qualms of fears At Fathers Groans or Mothers Tears But mine are void of any Sense Not plagu'd with bawling Conscience To some I give no constant pay Yet they can hunt and live by Prey Your Infants that like Carps are stew'd In their own bloud their Chops have chew'd The Fathers Cawls shall make a light For those Sweet Banquets of the Night What e're my greedy Stomack craves But Nod 't is done by ready Slaves They know no scruples nor dispute But act just like a Turkish Mute Besides all these I could describe Vast Musters of my Sacred Tribe My Clergy makes a num'rous Host That wait in swarms
in one day Death Mourning and Famine and thou shalt be utterly burnt with Fire like a Woman that hath broken Wedlock and slain her Sovereign At which all the Host of Saints and Angels shall say Amen Hallelujah The AVTHOR's REQUEST I. SOme things great God my Soul doth long to have Before these transient days of mine be o'er Which things in deep humility I crave Before I go from hence and be no more Till my Requests I can of thee obtain I shall be fill'd with sorrow grief and pain II. Alas my Griefs are now increased double O that thou would'st be pleas'd to hear O Lord Then should my Soul be free from inward trouble If what I humbly ask thou would'st afford Until thy grace allows me my Request I cannot cease nor give thee any rest III. 'T is not for fading Riches of this World Nor empty Honour that to thee I cry Such with a puff are oft to nothing hurld They get them Wings and from Possessors fly All sublunary things uncertain be I ask them not some better things I see IV. 'T is not for Pleasures that are transitory Which fill vain Fancies with a foolish Joy But for some Glimpses of Diviner Glory Which my transported Soul longs to enjoy Can Riches Honours fading Pleasures give The things I want whilst on the Earth I live V. The things that I am longing to receive Most precious are O let me humbly urge That thou thy presence unto me would'st give My heart from sin that thou wouldst also purge These are the things my never-ceasing Cry Petitions for Lord grant them e'er I die VI. Thy presence does more consolate my heart Then sweetest Honey or the Honey-Comb I will with Mary chuse the better part 'T is Sin my Soul would be deliver'd from Then I thy Name in Songs will magnifie And happy be when e'er I come to die VII Let thy good Spirit be my blessed Guide And in thy House let me for ever dwell From Gospel-Truths O let me never slide Nor find my Conscience like another Hell And I thy Name for evermore shall praise And happy be when I shall end my Days VIII Lord whatsoever my Estate is here With sweet Submission let me be content When I 'm most troubled then be thou most near And never from me thy dear self absent This will my prostrate Spirit highly raise And if I suffer to thy Name be praise IX Teach me I pray thee that Celestial Skill My Days to number as thy Saints have done Let me still yield unto thy blessed Will And wait upon thee till my Glass be run So shall my Raptur'd Tongue thy praise proclaim And sing Hosanna's to thy Glorious Name X. O regulate my Tongue and make me see How few my days are and how short their length Let all my Trust be still repos'd in thee Relax thy scourge or add unto my strength Be thou my way my strength my light that I May learn to live and in thy favour die XI When hungry let thy Manna be my meat When circled in the dark enlighten me When I am weary O! be thou my Seat And when imprison'd do thou set me free So fill'd enlightned after sweet repose Enlarg'd from Bonds I will thy praise disclose XII In time of wrath when fury waxes great Be thou my Bulwark and securest Tower To thy transcending Name let me retreat And be defended by thy mighty Power Secure me till thy Vengeance is past over That I thy Praises may to all discover XIII Let me with Patience run that blessed Race And From my weights which very sore have bin Be now set free that with a swifter pace I may the Prize of lasting Glory win Be thou my Guide do thou direct my Path Lord give me Patience with Patience Faith XIV Thy Children are as many Members joyn'd Which make one body whose blest Head thou art O cause them with an undivided mind And perfect Union to have all one heart Then shall I hope to see a blest increase Of sion's Glory and of Israel's Peace XV. Thy Children have in many things provok'd Thee but in Mercy pass Offences by By Grace O Lord let Judgment be revok'd That they may live thy Name to magnifie And I thy Goodness will proclaim to all And warning take lest I my self do fall XVI Remember Sion in her aking grief She mourns she weeps and is in inward pain Do thou in Mercy send her such relief That she with cause may never more complain Then not till then my sorrows will be over And I thy goodness will to all discover XVII O let thy Gospel through the Earth be spread Rome's black design O let thy Grace prevent Permit not them to grow into a Head As they have purpos'd with a full intent Then shall I quickned by a holy Flame Ascribe the Glory to thy Blessed Name XVIII I pray thee scatter our inraged Foes And baffle all who proudly have combin'd Against thine Heritage do thou expose Them to be tost as Chaff before the Wind Preserve thy Flock from bloudy Babels hand Establish Truth and Quiet in the Land XIX O God whose dreadful Judgments are severe And whose great Mercy 's full of sweet compassion Destroy thy Churches Foes both far and near And grant to me the joy of thy Salvation Then will I spend the Remnant of my days In Psalms of Thanks to thee and Hymns of Praise XX. Make hast to judge the Persecuting Whore Thy righteous Judgment quickly execute Let her so fall that she may rise no more O Lord be pleas'd to grant my earnest suit That I may see her fall before I die That I thy Name may therefore magnifie XXI O Lord establish thiee own interest And set thy Son upon his blessed Throne Destroy the Kingdom of the Scarlet Beast Let Christ his Foes to conquer now go on That on the Top of Sion I may sing Aloud Hosanna to the Highest King XXII What thou O Lord hast to thy Sion told Of Blessings that thou hast for her in Store Them once fulfill'd O let mine Eyes behold And then let me go hence and be no more In this disturbing World but let me be Translated to a blest Eternity XXIII In all the course of my short Pilgrimage Be thou my Load-Star let my heedful Eye Be fixt on thee that when I leave the Stage I may be fitted and prepar'd to die That when this transitory life is o'er With Angels I may fing for evermore XXIV Whate'er of any Suit thou dost deny Grant me True Faith that I may still believe That through Christs Ransom when I come to dy A Glorious Crown from thee I shall receive O Lord of Hosts vouchsafe me my request Let me enjoy but thee and I will rest For having thee all precious things I have And in the World there 's nothing else I crave An Alarm to the Wise and Foolish Virgins I. ALL you that fear the Lord give ear To what I