by the Body and she joyned them fast again so that in one Hours space the Man became as lively as ever be had been in all his life St. Anthony's Arm that precious Relick at Geneva was kiss'd and worship'd with great Devotion whilst Popery kept its ground but when the Gospel came and the Relick was produced 't was found the Pisle of a Stag Calv. de reliq propinitium Possibly you may have heard of the Wonders that Relick had done and of St. Decumanus who carried his own Head after it was cut off to a Spring and there washed off the Bloud from it A Country Curate saith Erasmus getting Crabs and fastning Candles to their backs set them a crawling up and down the Church-Yard at Night and in the Morning after he had taken them in again persuaded the People that they were poor distressed Souls in Purgatory you must think such that wanted Masses and Almes saith my Author ye know the Proverb No Penny No Pater Noster a fit Miracle to pick the Peoples Pockets Lib. 22. Jo. Epist p. 1529. in Epist Edit Basil A Maid coming into a Garden and taa Lettice to eat it crusht the Devil between her Teeth in the Lettice and this poor Devil saith Du Moulin whom she belike swallowed down together with the Lettice being commanded to go out and checkt by Equitius excuseth himself saying Alas what hurt did I I was sitting quietly upon the Lettice and she came and bit me the fault was in her for not making the Sign of the Cross when she gathered the Lettice Moreover these ridiculous Impostors affirm that when the Body of Pope Formosus was carry'd into St. Peters Church all the Images of the Saints that stood there did him Obeysance but above all the Miracle of the ass that left his Provender to worship the Hoest seems most ridiculous to King James see his Apology c. Many of their pretended Miracles were wrought as Writers intimate about the 4 and 5 Century and were contrived to confirm the Popes Headship and Universal Supremacy together with their idle storys of Purgatory Images Praying for the Dead c. Those that would see more let them read Du Moulin also a late Book Intituled the Man of Sin The Tenth Mark HIs out Side 's smooth he 's garb'd in Sheeps array But in wardly a rav'nous Beast of Prey He has a Mouth a wherewith he speaks great things Blasphemes the glory of the King of Kings a And there was given unto him a Mouth speaking great things and Blasphâ—nys Rev. 13. 5. And he opened his Mouth against God to blaspheme his Name and Tabernacle and them that dwell in Heaven ver 6. He shall speak great words against the Most High Dan. 7. 25. This Mark of the Beast is apparently seen in the Pope in those Insolent and Blasphemous Titles he assumes to himself he is called Christs Vicar or his Viceroy and Lieutenant Bellarm. de Rom. lib. 2. cap. 31. Foundation Head and Husband to the Catholick Church Hid Holiness that can be judged by no Man though he draw an innumer able number to Hell who shall say to him what dost thou What would you think to hear him called The Lion of the Tribe of Judah the Root of David so Begnius one of his Bishops Courted Pope Leo the Tenth and thereupon bad the Daughter of Sion not to weep saying God had raised to her a Saviour See Council Later sub Leon 10. Sess 6. ap sur He is frequently called by those of the Romish Church Our Lord God the POPE Exter Joan. 22. Tit. 14. c. 4. And as touching his Blasphemies against those that dwell in Heaven to wit the Saints of God 't is evident that they are continually branded for Hereticks Schismaticks and what not The Eleventh Mark 'T is He that aims at th' utter Dissolution Of precious Saints by Bloudy Persecution That does pronounce no Christian fit to live Unless they do his Beastly Mark receive Forbids all Traffick none must sell or buy Except th' adorers of his Hierarchy This Mark the Pope doth in his Forehead bear Of which full proof is extant ev'ry where The Numbers he hath a murder'd do surmount The stricttest of Arithmeticks account They stain'd each Nation with a Crimson Floud And Swelling Current of my Childrens Bloud a He shall wear out the Saints of the Most High Dan. 7. and caused as many as would not worship the Image of the Beast should be killed Rev. 13. 5. We find upon Record That Pope Innocent the 3. within the space of a few Months made more then 200000 of the faithful to be slain who they called Albigeans he had made all Europe to stream with Bloud in St. Bartholomews Massacre in the Year 1572M more than 80000 were slain in cold bloud see Du Moulin p. 246. 247. The Duke de Alva sâ—ith he played the Butcher in Flanders and under the shew of Catholick Zeal slew Millions of People in recompence where of the Popesent hem a Holy Sword and Consecrated Gloves besides the infinite numbers slew in other places by Wars bloudy Massacres and otherwise of which you will hear more hereafter so that by this time sure all may conclude Antichrist is come and that this is he in whom all the Marks and Characters do so fully meet which the Holy Ghost hath given of him Sion's Sons THese Marks are so notorious that we can Say of the Romish Pope He is the Man For these Characteristicks truly are To him and only him peculiar This raging Monster is that Beast of Prey Shall we arise to take his Strength away That hath so long time tyrannized thus With Hellish Fury over thee and us Self-preservation is by every creature Esteem'd a Sacred Principle in Nature Each Free-born mind must at those Tyrants spurn That would infect their Souls their Bodies burn Why should this Beast still rage and domineer As he hath done without controul or fear Sion YOu are to wait for Gods great Dispensations At whose disposal is the fate of Nations His time is best and in due Season he Will bring this Beast to his Catastrophe He sits in Heaven and beholds with Scorn This Rebels Pride His glorious Son that 's born Heir of the World and Prince of Kingdoms too Shall surely Reign because it is his due For all to him the Soveraign Rule must yield He shall the Crown and Royal Scepter wield Nations shall serve him Kings that have abhor'd His Name shall pay him Homage as their Lord. To JESVS all shall bow he shall be King And to poor Sion shall Redemption bring Till this Beasts month and latest hour be spent No Humane Weapon can his Rage prevent To suffer Persecution I 'm appointed Till Instruments are chosen and anointed For my Deliverance your work 's to pray And be prepared for that blessed day When Babel falls and Sion is restor'd To height of favour with her Blessed Lord. The day approaches and if you would win Renown by
could not receive My Children brought forth in the latter days Shall do great matters to Jehovah's praise I see some good men do desire to know The time when they this Whore shall overthrow I cannot blame them for this very thing To the whole World it will much glory bring Then shall the Gospel through the Earth be spread And Men instead of Husks shall feed on Bread God's Worship shall its freedom then enjoy Rome's Locust then shall you no more annoy There shall be then a wonderful increase Of Sion's glory and of Israel's peace Then shall my Children in sweet consort sing Anthems of joy to the Eternal King No names then of distinction more shall be But speak one Language all they shall agree In peace and Oneness and blest Harmony But to reply to what you have requir'd At present you must keep your selves retir'd Make no attempts untill the Lord on high Does give you strength this Babel to defie You now do seem to lie as persons dead As being unable to erect your head But then you shall appear to be alive The Spirit of the Lord shall you revive God hath I know set down the time exact When hee 'l begin this strange and dreadful Act To the confusion of your Enemies When God shall call his Witnesses to rise Then from the Heavens they shall hear a voice Which shall make all their Spirits to rejoyce Then shall they have so evident a call That they straight way shall on this Strumpet fall With patience therefore wait upon the Lord Until his saving strength he doth afford To him you are to make your supplication For from him only is my expctation O sigh with me and in your Spirits groan And send strong crys up to his gracious Throne Give him no rest till in those glorious days Of all the Earth I 'm made the only praise And I 'll lift up my voice to God on High And make my moan to him and thus will cry SIONS Prayer O Lord of Hosts consider my Estate Let me remain no longer desolate Have I not been most precious in thy sight O do not therefore my Petition slight O let thy Bowels to thy Children move In tender token of Parental love Shall Sion totter And the Beast grow steady In his proud Seat Hast thou not try'd already What some advantage or what Gospel good Is to be hop'd for from the wicked Brood Canst thou expect they 'l serve thee better Now Are they more like to bless the World below Then thy Poor Sion If their measures be Repleted brimful of Iniquity Then by just forfeiture their right is gon To Earthly Power and Dominion Will these thy saving Gospel Truths preserve Or in pure Worship at thine Altars serve Will these protect the Innocent and good And not provoke thee with their crying blood Will they make Judgment in right channels go Extirpate Vice Make Righteousness to flow Like mighty streams Are they in Covenant with Thee Or wert thou ever pleased to grant Them any Promises that they should wear The Sacred badges of thy Name And bear The Soveraign Rule Will Fathers and young men Within thy Church be priz'd and honor'd then Shall they not rather by their Barb'rous hands Be Butcher'd for obeying thy Commands Will not thy Childrens Souls in danger be Of swift Damnation by Rome's blasphemie If Laud on Earth and Praises will be given If Hallalujahs will be sung in Heaven To thy great Name for raising Babylon And bringing Sion to Destruction If then the Door of Grace be open'd more For Mens Salvation then it was before If Sinners access unto the blessed Jesus Be made more free if cure of Soul Diseases Be then more eafie then let Sion fall And Rome Usurp Dominion over all But if in sight of thine all-seeing Eye Their Monstrous Crimes are of so black a Dye If from their very Springing they have been The vilest Wretches and the worst of men If for the future they intend to be The Perpetrators of all Villany If their black sins of gross Idolatry Pride horrid Murthers and Adultry Mount up to Heavens great Imperial Throne If thy oppression makes thy Churches groan If they will burn thy Scriptures and suppress All Books that treat of Gospel Holiness If guiltless Souls of every Sex and Age Will be made Sacrifices to their Rage If they are Foes without thy Covenants If they will trample on thy precious Saints If they because thou didst not hear and save Thy praying Sion from a sinking Grave Deride thy Glory and blaspheme thy Name And put thy Faithful ones to open shame Deut. 32. 36. Then hear O Lord thou see'st my power is gone In thee I trust besides thee there is none That can thy Sion from her Foes deliver O draw some flaming Arrows from thy Quiver To quel the pride of this oppressing Crew Thy mighty Arm alone can them subdue On Thee I fix an absolute Reliance Do Thou but help I 'le bid them all defiance Hear and consider for thy Mercy sake On gasping Sion some compassion take I have been ransom'd with the precious Blood Of thy dear Son and fill'd with Heavenly Food O Lord I pray thy Churches sins forgive And in sweet concord let thy Children live Teach them true saving knowledge from thy word That they may worship Thee with one accord Thou canst the Prostrate raise and cure his wound For nothing difficult for Thee is found Thou knowest my grief O Lord incline thy Ear Revive my hope and chace away my fear In Achors Valley open thou a Door And make me sweetly sing as heretofore I pray Thee break the Bonds of my distress And lead me from this dolesome Wilderness O let me shine like Sols illustrate light And be 's an Army terrible in fight Pull off that Vail that does thy Sion cover Those clouds O scatter that I may discover What thou doest mean by this thy dispensation And what my work is in this Generation It s time for Thee to plead thy Peoples cause When wicked men make void thy righteous Laws Thou canst destroy them with their brimful Cup And lofty Cedars by the roots pull up But Lord remember for to spare thy Vine That spreading Plant which thou hast chosen thine Make that to flourish and be ever green And full of clusters as before 't has been From Egypt thou hast brought it heretofore From thence I pray deliver it once more Let thine hand plant it give it steadfast root That all the Land may Feast upon its Fruit O let its Cordial Juice the Nation fill And let its boughs o'reshadow ev'ry Hill From Sea to Sea do thou her branches send And her from all her Enemies defend Make up her Hedge her Fence be thou a Wall To keep her from the violence of all Rapacious Bears and from the greedy Boar that would destroy it and its fruit devour Lord from on high thy lovely Vine behold thin own Plantation valued more
then Gold Canst thou deny thy helping hand the while Wild Beasts thy Vineyard ravage thus and spoil I am Chrst's Spouse his undefiled One Canst thou permit me to be trod upon 'T is by thy Grace I am Intitled so Great God relieve me and divert my wo I am surrounded on all sides with pain O let me see thy lovely smiles again Thou hast withdrawn the beamings of thy grace And wrapt in clouds the splendor of thy Face O this has caus'd such anxious grief and smart As tears my Soul and rends my very heart To tears of blood whilst thou the glorious Sun Of light art hid O whether shall I run For beams of comfort in this dolesome hour Whilst I lye delu ' d in this Brinish shower More would she speak but her great passion ties Her mournful tongue the Flood-gates of her eyes In chrystal streams do represent an anguish That makes her vital operations languish Sunk in despairing sounds she scarce appears to breath or live but by her sights and tears SIONS Sons Mourn mourn O Heav'ns and thou O Earth bewail And weep ye Saints untill your spirits fail For she that is the glory of the Earth Of the most Noble and Illustrious Birth Lyes sadly weltring in a deep despair Her grievous sorrows can no tongue Declare O that our Brethren would but hasten hither That in Gods fear we may confer together You must needs grieve when her complaints you hear Do not your hearts dissolve into a tear Do not your Eyes like to a Fountain stream And all your Joys turn to a mourning Theme Does not your nightly rest from you depart Are you not pierced to the very heart Are you not in the depth of bitterness Because of Sion and her sore distress How can your hearts delight in thins below How can you sleep in peace as others do How can we comfort have or Pleasure find Or how can we the Worlds concernments mind How can we eat or drink with hearts content And not with grief poor Sions state lament How can we bear our Mothers doleful cries She sighs she sobs she languishes she dies In dreadful Agonies in bitter pain How can we brook her Enemies disdain She is reproached by ev'ry Drunken Sot And thrown away like to a broken Pot. She is depis'd and trod upon like Dung The Drunkard on her makes his dayly Song But Christ will turn and will expostulate The Case with Sion touching her Estate Why art thou sometimes up then down again Sometimes at ease sometimes in bitter pain They 'r doubtless throw's chear up and do not fear For thy deliverance is very near Those lab'ring pangs shall speedily be o're Fear not thou shalt not dye one or two more Shall bring that Child into the World which thou Hast trave'ld with in bitter pangs till now Address they self to God for surely he From these thy Tortures will deliver thee 'T is he a lone that brings unto the Birth And do's give strength and vigour to bring forth Then stay thy self upon this blessed Lord His gracious help he will to the afford Upon his Promises do thou depend And thou shalt see deliv'rance in the end These words of comfort like a Cordial wrought And to her sences mourning Sion brought With languish'd looks she casts a weeping Eye Upon her Children and Reaues her crie SION I Am affraid my God hath me forsook My sighs he minds not scarce bestows a look His former pitty he hath quite forgot His Anger 's kindled his wrath is hot When that burns sore how can I choose but mourn How am I spoil'd how am I rent and torn â—m like a Ship with raging Tempest tost Midst Rocks and Sands just ready to be lost Where ev'ry Bellow does present a grave And Death in Triumph rides on ev'ry wave Ah! But I am engraven on his hand And in his sight for evermore shall I stand Awake O Arm of God and do not stay My sorrows are so great O say not nay Hear me dear Jesus unto thee I crie Unless thou save me I must surely die CHRIST IN glorious Regions of approachless light Where Joys unmixt with perfect love unite There do I sit there do I see and hear What Kings and Potentates consulting are â—esounding in mine Ears continually â—hear a bitter and complaining cry I feel my Bowels with compassion move And therefore 't is the voice of one I love She whom I purchased with my dearest blood Seems drencht in tears and drowned in flood Some grievous sorrow or great tribulation Extorts from her this doleful lamentation Enough to pierce my tender heart again And make the Temple rend once more in twain Alas poor Sion thy sad voice I hear I 'le come and help thee for I know thy fear And what occasions these thy lanquid Moans I know thy sorrow and I hear thy Groans 'T is I can still the blust'ring Winds and Seas And in thy greatest Anguish give thee ease 'T is I can wound and cure I build I break I kill I make alive I give and take And can if I think fit make Nations shake And Kingdoms totter reeling to and fro I for thy sake strange things will quickly do In thy affliction great distress and pain Of which thou dost so grievously complain I am afflicted What they do to thee Of hurt or wrong I take as done to me I tender thee as th' Apple of mine Eye Fear not therefore thy proudest Enemy Although with Foes thou art environ'd now All power and wisdom is mine and I know how To strengthen thee and make them all to bow I will arise and shew my Soveraignty I le make them to the Rocks and Mountains fly Though with the Powers of Hell they have combin'd I will pursue them they shall not fiud A hiding place my vengeance to avoid Till by my fury they be all destroy'd I will bring down each high and lofty head Their mighty ones like Mortar I will tread Thy cause I le plead though silent I have stood I le be reveng'd for all the Righteous blood That has run down like to a Mighty flood And therefore now I le make no long delay What 's due to Justice they shall surely pay Besides the bloody wrongs thou dost repeat The crying Martyrs loudly do intreat Me to avenge their blood therefore I will Come down in fury and those Monsters kill Then thou before me very strong shalt wax For I le make thee my dreadful Battle-Ax Thy Horn shall Iron be thy Hoof Brass With which thou shalt tread down the Serpents race Thy Sons that scatter'd o're the Earth throughout I will soon gather with a mighty shout The Mighty they shall overcome with Slings And bind in Fetters perfecuting Kings Ill lay thy Stones with Colours fair and sure Thy strong Foundation shall be Saphyrs pure Although I seem'd to have forsaken thee Yet from all bondage I will set thee free Though I have thee
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