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
Lord of Hosts Awake O England this Lethargick Sleep Is out of Season 't is a time to weep If guilty Children tremble at the Rod Can you be stupid when the Angry God Sets up this dreadful Ensign of his Wrath Rouze up Repentance let a lively Faith Now go to work See how the Preaching Air Instead of Sinning does exhort to Prayer For thy Fantastick Garbs Perfumes and all Thy other Trash it doth for Sackcloth call From Carnal Sports it bids thee quickly get Calls from the Taverns to the Mercy-Seat From that accursed Rendezvous of Lust It bids thee hasten and repent in Dust Have not th' Experience of past Ages given Their sad Remarks upon those Signs in Heaven What fâ—llow'd still but certain Spoil of Nations Plagues Fire and Sword and other Devastations The sure Eversion of some Potent Crown The Death of Heroes Monarchs tumbled down But thou Illustrious Architect of Wonder Remove the Sorrows which I labour under Does this Amazing Prodigy betoken That Rampant Babel shall be quickly broken Does it portend that Antichrist shall break In pieces striving to destroy the Weak Remains that on this blessed Name do Call Or dos't presage that trembling I shall fall Lord canst thou see thy pleasant Vineyard Tore And rooted up by this rapacious Boar â— have my Childrens crying Sins provok'd â—hat dismal Sentence not to be revok'd â—ods Methods were to chasten not destroy â—â—ose Sinning Souls in whom he once took joy â— give thy Sinking Church a true discerning â—hat thou dost mean by this prodigious Warning â—hat by thy Spirits sacred Flame calcin'd 〈◊〉 Scourges mended and by heat refin'd We may find Grace But oh My Spirits faint â—nder the Pressure of my Great Complaint 〈◊〉 panting Soul another grief doth feel 〈◊〉 feeble Knees beneath their burden Reel Sion's Children AH Mother who can disallow your moan The cause is just for every one must own â—ur failings great and that our sins provoke â—mpending Judgement and a future Stroke â—f interceding Mercy steps not in To ward the blow and cancel out our Sin But since unthought-of Providence gives light And calls the Sun to see the Acts of Night Since Heav'n exposes the Results of Rome To Publick Notice since the Traytors come To Legal Execution since the grand Contrivers of this Mischief dare not stand To Test of Law or due Examination Since such brave Heroes represent the Nation Whose clear sagacious penetrating Eyes Dive into Rome's abhorred Mysteries Whose Nobler Souls whose Loyal English Hearts The closest Slights of Antichristain Arts Can ne'er deceive whose brave Resolves defeat Those curs'd Delinquents whether small or great Whose Free-born Courages do scorn to stoop To be the Vassals of a Rascal-Pope An Vpstart Imp whose Title ne'er was given By binding Laws of either Earth or Heaven We therefore dearest Mother do conclude That what has past of Romish Interlude Is near an Exit that the Scene will be Chang'd from a Tempest to Serenity Sion O That 's a Cordial But my grief does borrow Some fresh Objections to renew my sorrow For some that wish me well do yet in spite Of Gospel-Beamings and the clearest Light Retain some Romish Fragments which displeases The meek the humble self-denying JESVS His way of Worship Scripture does express No Useless Pomp no Artificial Dress Becomes Religion Chastity abhors The Garb the Painting and the Gate of Whores Why should my Friends a Virgin-Church pollute With any Relicks of that Prostitute Why Gawdy Things that never had a Name In sacred Records our Profession shame Why are our Rites enamel'd with their Gloss Why must our Gold be mingled with their Dross Why further Reformation is supprest T' uphold a Grandeur that 's Vsurp'd at best Why Doors and Windows must be shunt up quite To stop the Radiance of a further Light And why must such as disallow those Tricks Be branded as the vilest Schismaticks But that 's not all My Children more refin'd From those Corruptions do afflict my mind O depths of Sorrow that disturb my Rest O racking Grief that rends my woful Brest Some are so Carnal some so swiftly hurl'd Into the Labrinths of th' inticing World That in the hurries of that crouded Road They find small leasure to attend their God Preferring filthy Gain and ill-got Wealth Before the means of their Eternal Health Some that in words respect me I behold In that sad posture betwixt hot and cold Sometimes they seem for sanctity sometimes Slide with the current of prevailing Crimes Their Pulses beat with an alternate motion Now for the World then for some faint Devotion Some that unto my Tabernacles were Admitted left me for Egyptian Fare These not content with my Celestial Diet Do run with others to excess of Riot Some to be Popular away would give Those Gospel-Dutys that are positive From such as these my Sorrows do increase That Sell Gods Order for a seeming Peace Such Open Gaps that do pervert the Laws Of my just Right and well-defended Cause But O! how many Easy Christians take Their Rest in Forms and no distinction make 'Twixt Shell and Kernel that rely on Duty As if it were the sole adorning Beauty Such give the Lord the more invalid part Present their Body but deny their Heart Are not some Pastors careless to provide A Word in Season for the Flocks they guide Some are too backward to supply the Need Of painful Lab'rers that their Souls do feed Discourag'd by Close-fisted Avarice Despis'd neglected through this Hellish Vice My Workmen languish and have cause of moan To see their Toyl so ineffectual grown The most Pathetick Preaching scarce can move Some Rocky Hearers to the Grace of Love Must Hag-fac'd Envy and foul-tongu'd Detraction Invenom'd Malice and unfaithful Action Ill-grounded Slander and uncertain Rumors Backbitings Quarrels and the worst of Humours Be practic'd thus Ah grief of griefs to fee Professing People act iniquity To such a Pitch Some Husbands and some Wives Do lead such shameful such unsavoury Lives Whilst mutually at strife they do impeach That Name that should be very dear to each Such Pride such surly dogged reprehension For every Toy such sharpness and contention As does disgrace Religion and does lay Blocks and Offences in a Converts Way Ah! why can 't Saints in Familys eschew That which meer Heathens are asham'd to do Their Houses are the Scene of Civil Wars Of Brawls of Discord and Domestick Jars In grace or comfort can they find increase Or Heavenly Blessings who are void of Peace How oft do Parents Ill Example draw Their tender Children to infringe the Law And Sanctions of the Everlasting God Do they not spoil them when they spare the Rod To strict Extremes some Parents do adhere Check not at all or else are too severe On Back and Belly they bestow much Cost But care not if their Precious Souls be lost Are they not guilty of Prodigious Folly That teach them Courtship neglect what 's Holy A Child untutor'd a
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
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