proudly say I innocent have been unto this day And am in truth Christs holy Châ—rch I know Hâ—s love is such there 's none shall me o'rethrow But to confute thy lies and insolence And stand in Truths and blessed Saints defence No other Arguments needâ— to bring For to disprove thee in this very thing For 't is most clear by all this horrid evil That thou vile Whore art of and from the Devil Thou art no Church of Christ he doth thee hate And with his Soul doth thee abominate Christ's Church his Members never did annoy Nor persecute and millions thus destroy To blind mens eyes thou hast thy former tricks To tell the World that they are Hereticks But after that way thou call'st Heresie That God they worship whom thou dost defie And here vile Worm dost thou think to contend With God the Lord whom thou dost thus offend Oâ— thinkest thou he hath quite passed by All thy vile acts and cruel tyrannie Dost think he won't fulfil his holy Word And in his fury draw his glittering Sword Dost thou not at his presence fear and quake Who with a frown will make all Nations shake Dost think that man can save thee from his stroke That thou go'st on and still dost him provoke Dost think because he hath spar'd thee so long He 'l ne'r avenge on thee my grievous wrong Or dost thou think the Pope that Fiend of Hell Who 'bove all Gods doth in God's Temple dwell Can save thee from that great and dreadful blow Which will produce thy utter overthrow Alas vile wretch for all thy mighty strength There is no hope but down thou must at length What God resolves to do on Sea or Land No Beast nor Devil can the same withstand As to the Pope let me speak in thy Ear His time is short for to continue here For he that hath presum'd Kings to depose Shall soon destroyed be by some of those Of whom he now nor dreads nor stands in fear The tâ—uth of this ere long will plain appear This is the Beast that did from Hell ascend And thither shall be cast too in the end This this is he that haâ—h so often swell'd thee With hopes and hath unto this day upheld thee For his false Pardons and uncivil power Incourag'd thee my Children to devour Though his Foundation 's laid as deep as Hell And doth in strength abundantly excel The gâ—eatest Potentate who heretofore E'er swaid a Scepter nay I add much more Though he himself doth greatly magnifie Above the blessed Stars that are on high Yet he shâ—ll fall and never rise again Thy hopes thou hast of him is therefore vain He is condemn'd the Sentence that is gone His day of execution doth come on And to be short I fear thee not at all Do now thy worst you both together shall Drink of one Cup with all thy lovers too For thou shalâ— surely know what God can do Thy Magpy-Merchants then shall cry and howl And mouâ—nfuâ—ly thy ruine thus condole Alas alas this City great and fair Sumptuous and very brave beyond compare How in a moment are her judgments come Her fall her ruine and her final doom Our Trade is gone and all our Merchandize And ah there 's none pitties our grievous cries Alas alas we all are quite undone What shall we do or whither shall we run O that the Mountains and the Hills would cover Us till the vengeance of the Lord be over But to conclude all people this I say From Babylon see that you haste away For if you don 't then you too late will mourn And curse the day that ever you were born Like as the Hee-Goat doth before the Flock So haste away and fly to Christ your Rock For if you follow her then I am sure You will destruâ—ion to your Souls procure For you like Oxen to the Slaughter go Though like a Bird insnar'd you do not know The danger you are in and what 't will cost Till Soul and Body Life and all is lost Many Sh 'as wounded and has strong men slain Let all Gods Saints then from her wayes refrain Her wayes do lead unto the depths of Hell Who follows her shall with the Devils dwell The Authors Request I. SOme things great God my Soul doth long to have Before these mortal days of mine be o'er Which things Lord of thee I do humbly crave Before I go from hence and be no more Until which things O Lord I do obtain I shall be fill'd with sorrow grief and pain II. Alas my sorrows they do greatly double O that thou wouldst be pleas'd to hear me Lord So should my Soul thereby be freed from trouble If that these things to me thou wouldst afford Until O Lord thou grants me my request I can't give o'er nor give thee any rest III. 'T is not for riches of this wicked world Nor for vain honour Lord that I do cry They with a puff alas oft-times are hurl'd They get them wings and quite away dofly These things I know dear God uncertain be I ask them not some better things I see IV. Nor are they earthly momentary pleasures For which great God I come now unto thee But it is for thy everlasting Treasures Which now I seek and beg O Lord for me Can Riches Honours Pleasures to me give The things that I do want whilst here I live V. No no O Lord the things I ask of thee More precious are the first that I shall urge Thy blessed presence Lord give unto me My heart from sin Lord also do thou purge These are the things in part for which I cry Lord grant me this before I come to die VI. Thy presence is more sweet unto my heart Then Hony or the Hony-Comb indeed And I will chuse O Lord the better part From sin therefore O let my Soul be freed And I thy holy Name shall magnifie And happy be when e'er I come to die VII Let thy good Spirit ever be my guide And in thy house for ever let me dwell And from thy Truths Lord never let me slide Nor find my Conscience to be like a Hell And I thy Name Lord evermore shall praise And happy be when ended are my daies VIII And whatsoever Lord my state is here Let me therein alwayes be well content When I in trouble am Lord then be nere And from me never do thy self absent And then O Lord I never more will fear What e'er I suffer for thy Name-sake dear IX Teach me alwayes O Lord that heavenly skill My dayes to number as thy Saints have done And ever let me yeeld unto thy Will And wait on thee until my Glass is run So shall I then thy holy Name adore And sound thy praise O Lord my God therefore X. Lord bridle thou my tongue and make me see How few my dayes are O how short their length Incline my heart alwayes to trust in thee Remove thy Scourge O Lord or give me strength Be
thou my Way my Strength my Truth my Light So shall I learn to live and die upright XI When Lord I hungry am be thou my Meat When I in darkness am be light to me And when I weary am Lord be my Seat And when in Prison do thou set me free And I thy Name O Lord will glorifie And walk in thankfulness until I die XII In time of wrath O Lord and fury great Be unto me a Fence and Tower strong And let me to thy blessed Name retreat Till thou avenged art for all the wrong That wicked men O Lord have done to me And unto all dear God that do love thee XIII Let me with patience run that blessed race And from my weights which grievious have bin Lord set me free that I may run apace And the immortal Crown the prize may win Grant me thy fear O Lord guard well my Path O give me patience and with patience Faith XIV Make thy dear Saints great God all of one heart Let their divisions end also by thee Let them unite again and never part Whilst there is either Earth or Sea And then thy praises Lord I will declare For I shall then be freed from all my care XV. Thy Saints dear Lord are many Members joyn'd To make one body whose blest Head thou art Let all thy Children Lord be of one mind Let this one Body Lord have but one heart Then shall I see indeed a blest increase Of Zions Glory and of Israels Peace XVI Thy Children dear O Lord offended have Do thou in mercy all their sins pass by Have mercy Lord thy mercy do I crave That they may live thy name to magnifie And I thy mercy Lord will shew to all And warning take lâ—st that I also fall XVII Zion remember Lord in all her grief She mourns she weeps she cries and is in pain Do thou in mercy send her such relief That she with cause may never more complain And then O Lord my sorrows will be o're And I thy praises Lord will sing therefore XVIII O'er all the world now let thy Gospel spread All Popish enterprizes Lord prevent Let Papists never here get any head As is their purpose Lord and full intent And then I shall O Lord without all shame Ascribe the Glory to thy Holy Name XIX Lord cast thine eyes upon those cruel Foes Prevent their purpose who this day combine Against thy Flock O God that thou hast chose Do thou make them like Chaff before the wind Preserve thy Heritage out of their hand Establish Truth and Peace Lord in the Land XX. O thou great God whose Judgements are severe Whose Mercies too are full of sweet compassion Do thou Lord scourge thy Foes both far and near And grant to me the joy of thy Salvation And I will spend the remnant of my dayes In Psalms of thanks to thee and Songs of praise XXI Make haste great God to judge the bloody Whore Thy Righteous Judgements do thou execute O let her fall and never rise no more Lord don't deny me this my earnest Suit But let me see her down before I die That I thy Name therefore may magnifie XXII Establish Lord the Kingdom of the Just O let thy Son upon his blessed Throne Destroy the Kingdom Lord of the vile Beast Let Christ his foes to conquer now go on That in the heights of Zion I may sing Hosanna in the highest to my King XXIII What thou O Lord hast unâ—o Zion told Of blessings that thou hast for her in store Those things great God O let my eyes behold And then let me go hence and be no more No more dear God I mean as now am I For I shall live to all eternity XXIV There 's one thing more O Lord I beg for me Let me alwayes be well prepar'd to die And this do I Lord also crave of thee To reign with Christ to all eternity And then great God when this short life is o'er With Angels I will sing for evermore XXV What ever of my Sute thou dost deny Grant me true Faith let me alwayes believe That through Christs death when ere I come to die A Paradise from thee I shall receive O grant dear God to me this one request Let me enjoy but thee and I will rest For having thee O Lord I all things have And having thee there 's nothing more I crave An Alarm to the wise and foolish Virgins I. ALL you that fear The Lord give ear To what I do indite There is a cry The Bridegroom 's nigh T is now about midnight II. Awake awake Your Lamps to take â—nd longer do not slumber Them do you trim To tend on him â—nto the Wedding Chamber III. You Virgins all To you I call What Oyl have you in store If you have none You are undone Look to it now therefore IV. Watch you alway Our Lord doth say None knows the day nor hour Watch carefully For now it 's nigh The day of his great pow'r V. Wherefore arise Open your eyes The Day-Star doth appear Rise from your Bed Lift up your head Redemption now draws near VI. All who are wise Their time do prize Preparing for their Lord To them he will His Word fulfil His presence to afford VII But fools do haste Their time to waste In sleep and slothfulness Yet they do dream I do presume Of glory ne'ertheless VIII But they indeed On fancies feed 'T will come to such an ebb That they shall see Their hopes will be Like to the Spiders Web. IX They still do keep Themselves asleep And know not where they be Were they awake How would they quake Their woful state to see X. You who remain Carnal and vain In a cold formal state And all the while Have got no Oyl You 'l mourn when 't is too late XI You who profess And not possess The Truth in Life and Pow'r Your state is bad And will be sad Before this day is o'er XII What is the shell To the kernel Or Chaff unto the Wheat You husks do take And do forsake Your Souls most precious meat XIII 'T is the last day O therefore pray And faithful now abide Unto the Lord With one accord And be on the Lambs side XIV And have a care You do not dare In Babel to remain For if you do Then also know With her you shall be slain XV. Come come away Without delay With all speed and indevour Her end is come Her fatal doom Your Souls therefore deliver XVI You now do hear Her ruin's near Your sins therefore forsake And you 'l prevent Great punishment Of which she must pertake XVII All her pleasures And rich treasures Abhor as a great evil Gods Word doth show Who love them do Shall go unto the Devil XVIII Do you remove Your Souls dear Love From Earth and things thereof For this hath bin Your very sin Now cast it therefore off XIX On things above Set you your love Affections and
of their native Soyl Before they will their Consciences defile Or otherwise to suffer or be slain Than to expose the Gospel to disdain These are the Souls I love I love most dear Who for the Gospels sake exposed are To all those troubles I before did tell That they with Christ for evermore might dwell But O that men should ever be so blind Who lived have where Gospel-Light hath shin'd My Children dear thus for to persecute Because they can't Gods holy Name polute If they were cast amongst the Turks or Jews Doubtless they would not them so badly use As some of mine have been within this Nation For witnessing against abomination Ah! Wo is me for this is a sad time Now Godliness is counted for a Crime The Gospel now poor Souls you must not preach For of their Laws they say it is a breach Nor meet together in Christs holy Name But to the Goal you must go for the same If you do venture once more and again Then Banishment or Death must be your pain Alas poor Souls If this falls to your lot 'T will be for good Don't care for it a jot Though I câ—â—not forbear to grieve and mourn That you thus dealt with are whom I have born Yet I had rather you sâ—ould chuse to die Than any of you should your Lord deny But I lament and greatly for all those Who out of Ignorance do you oppose Who shall ere long be brought in unto me For whom in paâ—n I travel tiâ—l it be But there are thousands more within this Land Who with the Beast are like to fall or stand I do grieve aâ—so and that very sore Because the Gospel wants an open Door Instead whereof a piece of stuff is read Whereby poor Souls in no wise can be fed No better then the Body of a man Can nourish'd be with Husks or Chaff or Bran Which my Beloved never did compose Nor ever on poor men at all impose But the Inventions are of mens own Brain O that therefore all would it much disdain They to impose it think it Policy To keep themselves in safe security Thus Jeroboam too by his gâ—eat sin Thought with himself in saâ—ety to have bin Gods Threshold is digg'd down by wicked haâ—ds And in its room another Threshold stands But hark methinks I hear my Foes a hisling As if some of my Sons of late were missing O let me mourn as wâ—ll indeed I may For those dear Sons I lost the other day But not because they 're to their Father gone For so they 're out o' th' storm that 's coming on But â—ather ' câ—use they might have useful been To me if God t' have spar'd them good had seen And also ' cause the Enâ—my doth boast Saying Tour Expectation is quite lost My very heart is pierced whilst they say Where is the God to whom so oft you pray For they having escap'd his mighty hand Resolv'd to make more strong my heavy band They do blaspheme swear curse and domineer As if nor God nor Devil they did fear But to return and of my great loss speak This thing doth cause my very heart to ake For I do fear some did these idolize As others to their worth did not them prize Offeâ—ded doubtlâ—ss is my righteous God That he hath struck me with his heavy Rod And yet my Children they do not agree That do remain nor live in unity Alas I see hat love doth much decline Even ev'ry day in these poor Babes of mine Strifes and debates amongst them are so high They envy one another piteously They grieve themselves in this and me also And unto Christ and Truth much wrong they do O that they all were once but as one man How would the Gospel spread anâ—â—lourish then But ah this Rod their juâ—gements han't inform'd Nor yet their Conversation â—eform'd For some there are that walk but carnally And little mâ—nd the stroke of the most High Alas with these it will go very bad Whom frowns nor smiles will turn nor yet the Rod. O mouâ—n my Children you have not done well The Voice within this Rod doth plainly tell O mourn and weep I say cry bitterly For I your Mother weep lament and cry Your Father loves you dear and so â—o I In love h' hath smitten you assuredly It 's doubtâ—esly to purge your Souls from sâ—n Which you of late have much abounded in And if that you your Ways do not amend Some greater Judgement surely God will send Besides the great reproach you bring to me My dawning Glory you will hardly see The day is dark that I have lived in And here of late much darker it hath been Thick Clouds do hide the glorious glistering Skies Some mists or fogs do shade or blind my Eyes Because the day abides of my distress Some Children fall now in the Wilderness Who murmur in their hearts against the Lord That Canaan to them he doth not afford Alas I shall be thin before that I Be ready for that blessed Liberty And some there are that seemingly do feed Amongst my Sheep of whom I would be freed For though that they are called by my Name Yet they do cause iâ— for to suffer shame Some Truths of Christ indeed these do profess But not his saving Grace and Life possess I never brought them forth they are not mine Do thou O Hagar own them for they 're thine After the Flesh they 're born and so do walk Though of the Spirit they do sometimes talk The day draws near when such shall be afraid All Hypocrites in me shall be dismaid For such I therefore now do greatly grieve Because that they do thus their Souls deceive When the Bridegroom doth to his Chamber come These in that glorious Place will finde no room But they must go into eternal Pain If quickly now they are not born again Thus do I spend my days in grief and care Because so few the mighty GOD do fear Though fearful Judgements he doth oft times send It 's not his Word nor Works will make them bend Nor minde the operation of his hand They slight strange Prodigies by Sea and Land Which of great Ruines are a plain symptom That from the God of Vengeance soon will come For greater Judgements there are still behind The Truth of which you all shall quickly find ZION's SONS O how can we this Lamentation hear Or patiently this doleful mourning bear That our dear Mother should take on her thus Our hearts are pain'd our Spiâ—its fayl in us Whence comes that Beast of whom thou hast complain'dâ— What is he and how long hath he thus raign'd ZION From Hell beneath this Monster did proceed As in the Revelations you may read He is the Little Horn the Man of Sin Above twelve hundred years my Foe hath bin Once he receiv'd I know a deadly wound But for the same a cure he since hath found And â—eing heal'd he glories in his power As if he would me
That you straight way shall on this Stâ—umpet fall Wait now with patience therefore on the Lord Until his saving strength he doth afford And make to him always your supplication For from him onely is my expectation O sigh with me and in your Spirits groan And send stroâ—g câ—ies up to his gracious Throne Do you give him no rest until he hath Made me the only Praise of all the Earth And I 'll lift up my Voice to God on high And make my moan to him and thus will cry O Lord my Lord consider my estate Let me remain no longer desolate Am I not dear and precious in thy sight My sad Complaint do thou nor therefore slight But let thy Bowels now towards me move For sure I am thou dost me dearly love Thou hast redeem'd me with thy precious Blood And nothing thou hast thought foâ— me too good Lord though I sinned have do thou forgive And let my Children dear in concord live Teach them all truly to know thee O Lord And worship thee in peace with one accord Let not the wicked of me make a spoil Who Thee abhor and Me esteem most vile Thou dost cast down and raise up wound and cure And nothing is to hard for thee I 'm sure Thou knowst my grief there 's nothing hid from thee Arise O Lord for to deliver me Long time between the Serpent vile and me Thou know'st there has been bitter Enmity Above five thousand years h' hath bruis'd my Heel And I this day that grievous sore do feel Thou hast declar'd O Lord my Seed shall break His cursed Head for thou wilt Vengance take On this vile Serpent and his cursed Seed Which first did wound my Heel and made it bleed But when O Lord Is not the time yet come That thou wilt put an end to his Kingdom In Achor's Valley open thou a Door And make me sing as once I did before O do thou break the bonds of my distress And bring me Lord out of this Wilderness Let me break forth like to the Sun most bright And as an Army terrible in fight O take away the Vail that covers me And these thick Clouds that I may clearly see What is thy mind in this thy Dispensation And know the work of thâ—s my Generation It 's time for thee O Lord to plead my Cause For wicked men make void thy Righteous Laws Obedience to their Law they say is Reason Thine to obey they make as bad as Treason Lord where thou sittest thou dost see and hear That in their shame they glory without fear Thy fearful Judgements they do not regard But sin the more their Hearts are grown so hard Judgements deferr'd in sin doth make them bold Scorning in their vile course to be control'd As if thy dreadful hand their Lives did spare To sin against thee without fear or care Saying within theiâ— hearts We aâ—e past by To serve our Lusts in all Iniquity Thinking that God who doth forbear to strike Of them and their debauched ways doth like Or else as if some interposing Cloud From Gods all-searching-Eye could be a shrouâ— Supposing that thy Seat is so on high That thou their sinful doings canst not spy Or that since thou their Judgments hast delay'd Thou l't do it still they are no whit afraid Thus they thy blessed patience do abuse And true Repentance wickedly refuse Whereby they do unto themselves procure Great wrath from Heaven which they shall sure endure And fit themselves for the great day of slaughter When into sorrow shall be turn'd their laughter Thy sev'n last plagues thou wilt pour forth on them Because they do both Grace and Truth contemn And how canst thou with them so long forbear Who to thy face thee scornfully do dare Saying Make speed that we thy work may see And know thy Counsel whatsoe'er it be Is not their sinful Cup fill'd to the top That thou mightst off these mighty Cedars lop Cut down these Trees O Lord but spare thy Vine Which thou amongst the Trees hast chose for thine Make that O God to flourish and be green And fruitful as before time it hath been Thou brought'st this Vine from Egypt heretofore From thence Lord bring it out again once more Make room for it to â—oot the Land to fill The Boughs thereof let shade the highest Hill From Sea to Sea let her her Branches send And from all wâ—ongs her graciously defend Make up her Hedge her Fence which like a Wall Secure and safe should keep her now from all Those wild Beasts of the field with the wild Boar Who to devour and waste will ne'er give o'er Visit thy Vine O Lord do thou behold That which thou plant'st and prisedst more then gold Do they not burn and of it make a spoil And thou dost hide thy face too all this while Who is this Vine but me whom thou hast chose Both Vine and Lily and thy Sharon Rose I am thy Love Dove Undefiled One Why dost thou then let me be trod upon By thy own Grace I am made thus to thee Consider now therefore my misery For I am scorch'd and burnt in grievous pain And shall I never more thy Love obtain Hast thou withdrawn thy self for evermore And will these days of Sorrow ne'er be o'er O I am wounded and in bitter smart Sure it 's not long ere these will break my heart ZIONS SONS Mourn mourn O Heav'ns and thou O Earth bewail And weep ye Saints until your Spirits fail For she that is the Glory of the Earth Most High and Mighty and of precious Birth Lies sadly weltring almost in despair Her grievous sorrows no Tongue can declare And now my Brethren come I pray come hither And in Gods fear let us confer together Doth not Gâ—ief seiz on you my Brethren dear Doth not your hearts dissolve into a tear Doth not your eyes like to a fountain run Doth not all Joy now into Mourning turn Doth not your sleep also from you depart Are you not peirced to the very heart Are you or are you not in bitterness Because of Zion and her sore distress How can our hearts delight in things below How can we sleep in peace as others do How can we comfort have or comfort find Or how can we the Worlds concernments mind How can we eat or drink with Hearts content And not with Grief poor Zion's state lament Because that our dear Mother is a crying She sighs and sobs as if she were a dying She languisheth and is in bitter pain And in this state all do her much disdain She is reproach'd by every drunken Sot Being cast out like to a broken Pot She is despis'd and trod upon like Dung The Drunkard of her makes his dayly Song But I will turn and will expostulate The case with Zion touching her estate Why art thou sometimes up then down again Sometimes at ease sometimes in bitter pain They 're doubtless throes chear up and do not fear
I 'd briefly speak and shall not much enâ—arge For men have writ great Volumns thou dost know Which of thy cruelties do largely show Thou hast all men opprest in every Age But eveâ—moâ—e thy spiteful Hellish rage Was always set against my Children dear Who could not to thy wicked ways adhere Thou mad'st the Magistrates their Enemies Aâ—d the worst torments that thou couldst devise Thou madst them suffer stoâ—ie plainly shows Some thou didst hang by th' Head some by the Toes And thousands thou didst burn and broil on Coals And others starve to death in stinking holes Some thou didst cut to pieces very small And Infants Brains were dash'd against the Wall On Bodies of the Saints thou trod'st like dung Thou spard'st no Sex neither the old nor young By thy curs'd Crew Women were ravished And after cruelly were knock'd o' th' Head Some had their Eys and Tongues by thee pull'd out Some haâ—borless were made and forc'd about To wander and in Woods and Caves to lie Until their days were spent in misery Thousands were famish'd so till forc'd to eat Worms Frogs Toads and Spiders for their meat Thy Câ—uelties all People may admire Thou hast poor Children forced to set fire To that same Wood in which their Parents dear By burning Flames consum'd to Ashes were By cruel Massacres were thousands slain Who did endure the most in humane pain That Bishops Monks and Fryars could devise Whose Blood aloud to God for Vengeance cries What precious Blood was shed in Italy In Spain also yea and in Germany How were the Merindolians put to death For Cruelties were e'er the like on Earth The Massacres in Piedmont were sad And many more in France there were as bad As for Spain's Inquisition-Cruelties And of those many horrid miseries That they invented for Religions sake 'T would fill a Volumn should I them relate But I 'll forbeaâ— to speak of them at large And leave them to the day wherein the charge Of all the Righteous Blood that hath been shed Shall come with Vengeance down upon the Head Of all thy proud and persecuting crew That studied have the Righteous to undoe The precious blood which wicked hands did spil In Ireland I do remember still Thou there didst play a very cruel part Poor innocents were there stob'd to the heart Yea grievous tortures those poor Lambs did bear Because they would not buy thy Popish ware But to come nearer home within this Land How many blessed Saints at thy command Were crueâ—ly to ashes burnt at Stake Because God's Truth they no wise durst forsake As in the Marian dayes ye and before I dare not say that yet thou hast giv'n o're And hast forgot to make attempts again For I do clearly see there doth remain The self-same Spirit hadst thou but the power Both me and mine thou quickly wouldst devour For secretly I do perceive this day Thy Romish Ruffins like to Beasts of prey Do now contrive and privately design To work the ruine both of me and mine Wiâ—l not those horrid wretched cruelties That thou hast done thy raging lust suffice Why thou art drunk already and dost reel And yet thou cryest O give O give me still The blood of Hereticks that I may drink O fill my Cup up to the very brink 'T is full O Whore for this I clearly see All precious blood the Lord doth charge on thee That e'er was shed from Righteous Abels daies ' Tâ—ill all be found in thee the Scripture saies O shameless vile and wretched bloody Whore Hast drunk so much wouldst thou yet have more What blood of Prophets and Apostles too Of Christ the Lord whom thou hast also slew And since those dayes hast many millions slain Whose Blood and Souls do to the Lord complain For Righteous Judgements to be pour'd on thee For all thy vile and bloody cruelty Prepare thy self for ruine for I 'm sure The patient God much longer won't indure Ere he avenge the cause of his dear Son For all the wrongs thou hast unto him done Those who would see more of thy cruelties Let them read my Son Fox his Histories BABYLON O why dost thou father Christs death on me This is a lie all people plain may see That I am free of this all people know Foâ— who put him to death the Scriptures show Don't charge his death on me for I am clear But Hereticks fit were not to live here I therefoâ—e did such kill and sweep away And so 't is fit I should this present day For if to holy Church they won't be turn'd 'T is fit in truth that they should all be burn'd ZION That this is true vile Whore I 'le prove it plain That thou hast my most blessed Jesus slain For if all precious Blood is found in thee That e'er was spilt by hands of cruelty It followeth then by consequent most clear That thou hast shed the Blood of Christ most dear The former's so I shew'd it thee before Therefore 't is true be silent say no more But stop thy mouth for this I further see That many times he hath been slain by thee Under thy Romish pow'r his Flesh did die In Spirit since thou didst him crucifie And what thou hast unto God's Servants done He takes as if thou didst it to his Son He also is the Head they Members are Of his own Body whence it doth appear Thou hast tormented him in every part And hast oft-times pluckt out his very heart Thou hast Imprison'd Scourged him also Ye burnt and hang'd and starved him I know Can the dear body thus be put to pain And not the head the like sore grief sustain And more then this to shew what thou hast done The Father Son and blessed Saints are one What ere therefore thou hast done unto me Thou hast it done unto the Trinity Who touch God's Saints the apple of his eye Do also touch O dreadful tyrannie For men to persecute the Lord of Life And with the mighty God to be at strife When Saul afflicts the Saints then Christ doth cry Saul Saul 'T is me that thou dost crucifie This is the reason of thy wicked spight Thou bear'st unto the blessed Saints of Light It is because that they do testifie Against thy Whoredoms and Adultery As they are men thou dost not persecute But 't is because they won't God's Name pollute 'T is Christ in them and them foâ— his Name sake That thou dost hate and such a spoil dost make But it is from the Lord that they can't now Unto thy whoredoms and thy falsehoods bow Revenge thy self on God who is the cause Why they contemn all thy invented Laws Let these alone do not in mischiefs run For these alas what have these poor Lambs done Ye Persecutors all mind well I pray The dreadful work you are about this day But I 'le return and talk with thee yet further Who guilty art most clear of horrid murther And yet dost wipe thy mouth and
desire These things below God will o'erthrow With his consuming fire XX. Alas poor Souls Be not such fools To labour for the Wind The Wealth you heap You shall not keep 'T is true ere long you 'l find XXI Do you not rest On self-int'rest But wholly for the Lord For he 'l at last You surely blast According to his Word XXII There are some men Cry Lord When when Wilt thou in Glory come Who will repent And then relent They pray'd for his Kingdom XXIII For it will be They then shall see As when on scapes a Bear That being gone Comes a Lyon Doth him in pieces tear XXIV Subdue your sin For it hath bin Your chiefest Enemy I say again Let it not reign Throughly it crucifie XXV For in this Land There 's none shall stand And happy be indeed But onely those Whom God hath chose Who on Christ Jesus feed XXVI Continually O therefore cry For Christ and precious Grace That with his blest You all may rest When you have run your race XXVII And the Bridegroom When he doth come He will you entertain And you shall then Be happy men And with him ever reign XXVIII Yea gloriously In majesty Your honour shall excel Here will I end Who am your Friend And bid you all farewell A POSTSCRIPT Or an After-Word to ENGLAND TO thee O Land this after-word I write Which doth love darkness and abhor the light I finish can't this Work until that I Against thy wickedness do testifie And do pronounce the Righteous Gods decree Which will with vengeance executed be In a short time and that because thou hast Let Zion like a barren Field lie waste She hath bin trod upon in great disdain And yet from thee no comfort could obtain Thou hast not succour'd her in great distress Nor helped her though in the Wilderness She as a stranger fain would soâ—ourn here But thou not willing art as doth appear Her to imbrace no nor the Gospel neither But fain thou would'st be rid of them together Alas thou sinful Nation most unwise That hates thy friends and loves thy enemies What wilt thou do over a little space I much lament thy sad and heavy case Thy sins more vile then Sodoms doth abound Some Righteous ones indeed in thee are found Or else before this time I fully know God had like Sodom wrought thy overthrow God hath with great compassion born with thee But yet thou art as vile this I do see Judgements therefore already are begun And God will make thee bow ere he has done He 'l break thy heart and make thee for to cry Lord I have sin'd thy Name I glorifie God hath begun to make thy people few And made them know that they are like the dew Which early passeth when the Sun doth rise Or like the Shadow which so swiftly flies The glory of thy City God hath stain'd Which like a Queen so long a time hath reign'd But yet the worst O England is behind Alas these judgements I do clearly find Have made thee worser then thou wert before Instead of healing they have made thy sore Appear so dangerous that I do see There is no help nor cure now for thee Wo wo unto all people high and low My Soul doth mourn and bleed because I know The day of vengeance doth draw very near Wherein all people shall cry out with fear They then will weep and bitterly will mourn And curse the day that ever they were born To see such dayes the which will surely come Which will be like though not the day of doom Thou wilt repent that ere thou didst provoke The Righteous God for why his dreadful stroke Will be so sore that some will seek to die But Death alas from them away will fly While others they their bitter dayes shall end A just reward from God whom they offend Some now there be alive which shall behold The dreadful things which to thee have bin told With Nineveh therefore with speed repent If happily thou mayst Gods Wrath prevent Which otherwise will come on thee O Land Before which Wrath alas no flesh can stand Cease to do evil I do thee advise Learn to do well I do thee advertise Break of all yoaks set the oppressed free And labour for a Christian Liberty The Pope that Hellish Beast do thou withstand And all who ready are at his command To yeeld unto that wicked bloody Whore Who thinks to have the day again once more Do thou in time their purpose frusterate Who enemies are both to Prince and State Yeeld thou obedience unto God and King Rebellion is a vile and cursed thing which I exhort thee to defie and hate And utterly for to alominate For like the sin of witch-craft 't is I know And those that guilty are God will o'erthrow If thou this counsel take I dare not say But God may turn his furious wrath away And thou mayst notwithstanding at the length Shine forth in glory and in perfect strength FINIS