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A vvonderful prophesie declared by Christian James, a maid of twenty years of age (late daughter to Daniel James) ... ; contrived into meeter by L.P. to the tune of In summer time.
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James, Christian.; L. P.
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1690
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Wing J414B; ESTC R41806
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A VVonderful Prophesie Declared by Christian Iames a Maid of twenty years of age late Daughter to Daniel Iames who was born and bred near the Town which is called Padstow in the County of Cornwal who departed this life upon the 8th of March With a true relation of her Behaviour both in her life time and at the hour of her death worthy to be had in perpetual memory To the Tune of In Summer Time THe mighty Lord that rules in Heaven strange wonders doth in England send And many warnings hath us given ' cause we our lives should soon amend But like the misbelieving Iews so hard of heart our people be They think that nothing can be true but that which their own eyes do see Therefore good people mark it well I 'le here lay open to your view A Song most wonderful and strange and can approve it to be true A Damsel did near padstow dwell within the County of Cornwel fair Whose parents had no Child but her she was her Fathers only heir To whom came many a brave young man intending to make her a wife But never tempting tongue could make this Maid to change her maiden life And though her parents riches had and costly garments her alow'd In homely habit she would go and always lated to be proud She ne'r was heard to curse or swear nor any word of anger give But courteous was in every thing to them that did about her â—ive If she heard any one to swear or take Gods Sacred name in vain she told them that they Crucified our Saviour Christ again She often did frequent the Church and also did relieve the poor The Widdow and the fatherless she every day fed at the door Vpon a time this Damosel she fell sick and in a deadly swound She lay for twenty hours space no life in her could then be found Her aged father did lament her mother she shed many a tear She wep't she waild she wrung her hands for loss of this her Daughter dear Alas alas my child she said how dearly I have tendered thee And wilt thou now forsake the world and leave me in this misery I would my birth had been my death then never had I seen this day This grievous moan the mother made by her dear daughter as she say At last she did strong waters fetch and rubs her Temples and each vein Till at the last the Damsel had recover'd life and sence again And being come unto her speech with voice most shrill aloud she cry'd O Mother you have done me wrong this cannot be by you deny'd For I was in the way to heaven two glorious Angels did me guide Who gently took me by the hand and held me upon every side SInging of Psalms and spiritual Songs so long as we past on the way Till he which had a Golden Crown met us and caused us to stay Return said he from whence thou cam'st thy Mother for thee makes great moan And tell these things which I declare unto thy neghbours every one Speak this quoth he unto them all how that the Lord e're long will send A grievous punishment to them that do his will willfully offend This is the last age of the world even to the very sink of sin The puddle of Iniquity which you long time have wallowed in The men and wives live in discord the Father envies his own Son The Rich and poor the old the young do hourly into Mischief run Extortion and Idolatry and hateful pride is now in use Blasphemous oaths and curses vile the people count as no abuse Good ministers are set at naught the Sabbath is prophan'd also The poor lies starving in the streets opprest with sorrow grief and woe The loathsome sin of drunkenness and whordom doth too much excâ—ed He that can do his neighbour wrong doth think he doth a Godly deed Now ponder well what I do say dooms dreadful day is nigh at hand Fire and brimstone shall destroy the Heaven the earth the Sea and Land And every Soul before the Lord a just accâ—nt he then shall give Hâ—s conscience shall a witness be in what condition he did live Then he that hath done well shall pass foâ—th with to everlasting rest And live amongst those glorious Saints which Iesus Christ our Lord hath blest Where Martyrs Prophets patriarchs do halelujahs ever sing Glory and honour be to God and unto Christ our Heavenly King Then woe to them that have done ill when they shall hear the sentence past Depart ye cursed into hell whose fire for ever more shall last The sorrows which are here foretold will come on you are it be long Except Repentance truly dwell in hearts of all both old and young Repentance and true watry eyes will help to quench the burning flame Which he hath kindled to consume this wicked worâ—ds most rotten frame Let not your building all so brave be burnt and wasted with Gods ire Nor let our Souls for whom Christ dy'd be burnt in hells eternal Fire Heâ—e endeth the Prophesie THese speeches spoke the Maiden dy'd and came no more to life again Her Soul no doubt is gone to heaven with glorious angels to remain At her decease an harmony of Musick there was heard to sound Which ravisht all the standers by it did with sweetness so abound It pierc'd the earth and air also yet no man knew from whence it came But each one said it came from heaven and presently upon the same The Magistrates of that same parish which heard and saw this wonder strangâ— Desired to have it put in print cause wicked men their ways may change The Names of â—hâ— Mâ—sters of the Parish that saw the Maid on her Death-bed and heard the words of the Prophesie which she delivered were as followeth W. Watts Curate T. Davis Hâ—ad-Constable R. Wilkings and C. Tanner Câ—urch-Waâ—dens who by consent of divers others in the same Parish which were in the the presence at the Dâ—mosels decease or used a Letter to be written and sent from thence to London on purpose to have it printed whereby to avoid scandal Contrived into Meeter by L. P. Printed for I. Clarke W. Thackeray and T. Passinger