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B06202 The troubles of these times, or, The calamities of our English nation, makes many a heart sore sad, and out of fashion, which is a trouble and grief to all, there's many a man in danger for to fall, but it is our sins that causes this to be, that brings this trouble, and this misery, lets pray to the Lord, our nation to defend, and all English people strive their lives to mend, and not to take so much the Lords name in vain, we must look for judgments for the very same. To the tune of, A lesson for all true Christians. 1685 (1685) Wing T2310; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[107]; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[456] 1,298 1

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The Troubles of these Times OR The Calamities of our English Nation Makes many a heart sore fad and out of Fashion Which is a trouble and grief to all There 's many a man in danger for to fall But it is our Sins that causes this to be That brings this Trouble and this Misery Le ts pray to the Lord our Nation to defend And all English people Strive their lives to mend And not to take so much the Lords Name in Vain We must look for Judgments for the very same To the Tune of A Lesson for all true Christians POor England now is full of Care and Grief To see the Wars amongst us for to be so brief It makes all People they know not what to do They are so full of care the truth is so Trading is down there 's little to be got The poorer sort they are very hard put too 't To maintain their Charge and children in their need To see them want will make their hearts to bleed There 's many plaints there 's little for to do They walk up and down so heavily they go They know not what to think or how to tell But it is the Lord that can make all be well Let us pray to the Lord then with a tender heart There is nothing better that can take our part 'T is not the Arm of flesh can do us wrong If the Lord be with us who can hurt us than But the pride o' th Nation has been very sore Now we must suffer for it to be sure The poorer sort of People abides the smart But a true Believer in God is the best part It 's not the strength of Armed Men besure That can relieve us or make us secure It 's the Lord from Heaven that must be our friend To bring Peace and quietness in England agen And we our selves be in mighty care To live uprightly and the Lord to fear The Sins o' th Nation to the Lord doth cry Makes all these Troubles on this Land to lye Therefore we had need to pray then Night and Day To defend us from the Sword then every way The War and Sword brings Famine at the length If it hold long in bloody force and strength We know not what this may come to at last Or how this trouble will be over-past But the Lord above He 's in Heaven still Let all be done unto His Blessed Will For if these troubles do continue Long There 's many Thousand will be clear undone But the Lord he does know best then what to do If we can be careful our sins for to forgo We desire that love amongst us may increase And grant our Nation a true happy Peace What a comfort that would be if the Lord be pleas'd That of this War our Nation could be eas'd If it hold long we shall be all undone We need to pray then every Mothers Son That the Lord of Heaven may of us take a care To forgive us our Sins and put us out of fear When great Afflictions comes upon our Land That the Lord is pleas'd amongst us for to send VVe may thank our selves our VVickedness is great Our Sins lies heavy and I 'm sorry for t Now to conclude we have no more to say That we may serve the Lord and Him Obey And bless our English Nation evermore And take off these troubles which grieves our Nation sore That we may live in happiness agen And let all good Christian people say Amen FINIS Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden-Ball in Pye-C●●●●