adore The hateful carcass of a filthy Whore Must all that execrate Romes Superstition Be Murder'd by a bloudy Inquisition Must such as won't to Idols bow be broke Must flaming Smithfield belch out Fire and Smoke Of Martyr'd Saints Must all that will not turn VVith Bibles and good Books together burn Must Monkish Tories meer incarnate Devils Possess our Land and pester it with Evils Of such an odious and abhorred grain That but to name 'em is a lasting stain Must our Renowned Ministers give place To Romish Block-heads Oh the vile disgrace Of such a change Must an adulterous Priest Belch our his Mass where they have preached Christ. Must that absur'd and irreligious Tribe VVho fetter conscience and regard a bribe Beyond their Souls be leaders to our Flocks Must Paultry non-sence and those Apish Mocks Miscall'd devotion fill the house of prayer Must Pestilence infect our purer Air Must Sodom be translated to our Isle And filthy Priests our chastity defile Must Satans factors in a humane Shape On modest Virgins perpetrate a Rape Must all our painful Ministers be driven To Fiery Stakes if they renounce not heaven Must our dear Infants lose their harmless lives In flaming Faggots or with Popish Knives Must guiltless blood through all our Streets rebound A mournful Eccho Must the horrid sound Of Axes Whips and dreadful Scourges tear Our aking hearts and pierce the yielding Air All this will be if Rome can but prevail Amazement stops my Speech My Spirits fail I only can in interjections cry I sink in trances O I dye I dye Sions Children Ah! How can we with any patience bear This sad Complaint Ah! How can Children hear Their Mother delug'd in a Sea of grief And not step in to give her some relief Chear up Illustrious Sion be not cast Into despair by this impending blast Christ is our Captain and we may be bold For in all Storms he is our Anchor hold But what 's that Beast where of thou dost complain From whence came he And of what date 's his Reign Give us his marks that we thereby may know him And then abate his pride and overthrow him With Universal and United force Our Armed Legions shall impede his course I' th' cause of God who does all Scepters weild We 'l fight his battels and dispute i' th' Field In Martial Syllogisms our Arms shall speak We 'l storm his Walls and make his Butwarks quake Revenge and Anger in our bosom burns Patience too much provoke to fury turns Sion See! That 's the Beast upon whose back the great Iaticing Strumpet rides in pomp and State By him she was supported all along By his Impostures she was rendred strong He 's not content to be Supream below And make all Scepters to his Crozier bow But th' Impious wretch is grown so bold that ev'n He dares affront the Majesty of Heav'n VVhat God Commands this Antichrist controuls Condemns the Sav'd and saves Condemned Souls Himself he places in jehovahs Throne As Principal and Second unto none A brace of Keys he carries in his hand To shut and open at his own Command He curses and absolves He binds releases Puts down advances whom so e're he pleases This is th' Apocalyptick Beast that claims Sublimest Titles and Blasphemous names VVith matchless Pride and monstrous Impudence He does for money with Gods Laws dispence Yea such is his unheard of avarice Upon the worst of crimes he set a price Sion's Children These Marks are so notorious that we can Clearly discern the Pope of Rome's the Man This raging Monster and this Beast of prey Shall we arise and take his strength away That hath so long time tyrannized thus With Hellish fury over thee and us Self preservation is by every creature Esteemed a Sacred Principle in Nature Each Free-born Soul 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 Gods time is best and in due season he Will bring this Beast to his Catastrophe He sits in Heav'n and there 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 His is the Crown He shall the Scepter weild To Jesus all shall bow He shall be King And to poor Sion shall Redemption bring Forty two months unto this Beast is given So long shall he tread down the Host of Heav'n And now I hope the end thereof draws nigh And that some will be spirited from on high Who in the Great Jehovahs name shall sound Such an Alarm as shall his power confound Another Enemy his Confederate There is likewise that my forlorn Estate Hath much occasion'd and of whom before I made complaint The proud insulting Whore Who with lascivious looks and wanton eyes Incites to Lust and all Debaucheries By her provoking and bewitching charms Grandees she doth intice into her arms Corrupting Princes by her incantations And ruining the Nobles of the Nations Great God! Assist me lest my Spirits fail That I the State of Monarchs may bewail Who to her Yoke yield their Illustrious necks And move like Vassals at her haughty becks Ah! they that should my nursing Fathers be Are Executioners of her Cruelty And by her influence the Civil Power Is made a dreadful Engine to devour The Saints of God and kick at their Creator But let them know the Soveraign Arbitrator Of all their destinies is Great and Just And can at pleasure crumble them to dust Thus hath she made the Greatest Kings and Peers Submit to her Dominion many years Exhaust their treasures ruinate their fame And at the last gain nought but loss and shame For by ingaging in her Hellish Plots They to their names have gain'd Eternal Blots Nay of their Kingdoms some depriv'd have been As it in divers Nations has been seen Impudent Strumpet Whose curst wiles defile Mens Consciences and do their Souls beguile And when involved in the deepest guilt She then pretends to wash away the filth By impious Pardons Yea to such a height Of folly does bewitch them that the sight Of Death approaching won't make them confess Apparent guilt and horrid wickedness And by her Arts when they are parting hence Their Fronts Steels with such hardned impudence That though brought to a most deserved death With lies and falshoods they resign their breath Her Agents buzzing in their doubting ears False hopes whereby they may forget their fears Who like ill Angels round about them hover Doubting they should their Villanies discover VVhen some are stretcht upon the fatal block And Justice ready to discharge the stroke Such is the strength of her inebriation That they Oh! horrible on their Salvation Protest they 're innocent when all the while No Treason ever did appear more vile Than that for which Impartial Justice
Brat ' Into the world so horrible as that ' Since Rome Usurpt the Western Monarchy ' Which she still Rules with Fraud and Treachery ' In forging Plots imploying Hellish Actors ' Ah! let us treat 'um as the Devils Factors ' Distressed Sion O how few regard ' My sighs and tears their Hearts are grown so haâ—â— ' My restless Hurricanes with storms and wind ' No ease no peace no comfort can I find ' ' The horrid aspect of these Monsters do ' Affright my Children some they worry too ' Others they seize like greedy Beasts of prey ' And to their Den the Sacrifice convey ' Renowned GODFREY whose immortal Glory ' Martyr'd for me shall ever live in Story ' Let every Loyal Eye that reads it there ' Yield to his name the Tribute of a Tear. ' Brave Soul thy Love and Loyalty do claim ' That King and People should proclaim thy name ' As England's Victim ne're to be forgot ' Fastning on Rome an Everlasting blot ' The Great Jehovah who is only wise ' Permits thy fall as a sweet Sacrifice ' Thy barbarous Murder has made clearly out ' That Plot which none but Infidels now doubt ' Those bloody Varlets black Assassinates ' Curst Executioners of Rome's Debates ' Drunk with Infernal cruelty made thee 'A Specimen of England's Tragedy ' By thee we learn what curtesie to hope ' From Romish Butchers Vassals to the Pope ' Thou led'st the Van first fell'st into the Trap ' From whence they hope 't no Protestant should scape ' Poor Innocent trepann'd amongst them came ' Into their Nets like a poor harmless Lamb ' Whilst they like hungry Tygers ready stood 'T' imbrue their Tallons in thy guiltless Blood. ' Thou little dream'dst such an Infernal snare ' Had there been laid t' intrap thee unaware 'T is strange say some what reason should ingâ— ' Them to make thee the Object of their rage ' Some think 't was 'cause the Babylonish Whore ' Big with a Bastard long'd as heretofore ' For Christian Blood Her Favourites made haste ' In her great need to help her to a taste ' Of choicest Liquors thine she calls for first 'To cheer her sinking Heart and quench her Thir ' Fearing miscarriage when her Spirits faint ' She drinks the Hearts blood of some Martyr'd Sain ' Insatiate like the Horse-leech still she cries ' Give give me that there 's nought else will suffice ' My craving Paunch my pleasure must be done ' This Heretick was a Pragmatick one ' He knew my secret Clubs and would reveal ' My Tragick Plots we must prevent his Zeal ' Let 's strangle him before he does relate ' The Villanies we intend to perpetrate ' Ah brutish Whore of Canibals the worst ' For this curst draught be thou for ever curst ' In the most lasting Records let us see ' This horrid instance of thy cruelty ' This Loyal Knight ne're injur'd thee but stood ' Upright for Justice and his Countreys good ' Will nought but Blood of Protestants give ease ' Or quench thy thirst What mischievous Disease ' Infects thy Bowels Must your Churches food ' Be Flesh of Saints Your Mornings draught their Blood ' Fellonious Strumpet dar'st thou be so bold 'To steal by night into thy Neighbours Fold ' And seize my Lambs Thy Theft and Cruelty ' And all thy Murders shall revenged be ' But since he 's gone and Justice does pursue ' With eager steps the Assassinating Crew ' We 'l acquiesce for Heav'n now seems to call ' And bid tears cease at his sad Funeral ' Let Christians offer through the Universe ' Whole Hecatombs upon his bleeding Herse ' And could their tears increase into a Floud ' 'T were no excess so much I prize his Bloud THus thus did I in Eighty make sad moan For that brave Hero who was dead and gone But Oh my Heart A Cordial presently My Spirits faint Ah me Help Lord I die Unless I have relief I can't sustain My sinking Soul was ever any pain Or sorrow equal to what I now feel My burd'ned mind under her weight does reel Oh since that year what woes have I beheld How have my mournful Eyes with tears been fill'd I then did fear what since is come to pass As in that Treatise plainly hinted was Did Rachel mourn and all relief refuse How then can I forbear How can I chuse But weep and to lament for my sad Lot What Children have I lost who now are not Did I for one such Lamentation make My Bowels now may surely throb and ake When I recount how many since are gone Who murdered were by bloody Babylon 1681. Poor Colledge first before this Idol fell Betray'd to death by Evidence from Hell To drink his Blood there seem'd to be some strife Was twice Indicted they must have his Life Yet they could never shake his constancy Hear his great Soul sing his own Elegy A Poem written by Mr. Stephen Colledge a while before he was sent to Oxford where he Suffered Death Aug. 31. 1681. Wrongful Imprisonment Hurts not the Innocent WHat if I am into a Prison cast By Hellish Combinations am betray'd My Soul is free although my Body's fast Let them repent that have this evil laid And of Eternal vengeance be afraid Though Racks and Gibbets can my Body kill My God is with me and I fear no ill What boots the clamours of the giddy Throng What Antidote 's against a poysonous Breath What Fence is there against a Lying Tongue Sharpen'd by Hell to wound a man to Death Snakes Vipers Adders do lurk underneath Say what you will or never speak at all Our very Prayers such Wretches Treason call But Walls and Bars cannot a Prison make The Free-born Soul enjoys its Liberty These clods of Earth it may incaptivate Whilst Heavenly Minds are conversant on high Ranging the Fields of Blest Eternity So let this Bird sing sweetly in my Breast My Conscience clear a Rush for all the rest What I have done I did with good intent To serve my King my Countrey and the Laws Against the bloody Papists I was bent Cost what it will I 'le ne're repent my Cause Nor do I fear their Hell-devouring Jaws A Protestant I am and such I 'le dye Maugre all Deaths and Popish Cruelty But what need I these Protestations make Actions speak men far better than their words Whate're I suffer's for my Countrey 's sake Not 'cause I had a Gun or Horse or Sword Or that my Heart did Treason e're afford No 't is not me alone they do intend But thousands more to gain their cursed End. And sure of this the World 's so well aware That here 't is needless more for me to say I must conclude no time have I to spare My winged hours do fly too fast away My work Repentance must I not delay I 'le add my Prayers to God
more some less As was their Pride Rebellion Wickedness Judge Thou graceless Wretch thou art berest of shame How dar'st thou thus deny thy proper name Christ's Church his Members never did annoy Nor Persecute and Millions thus destroy 'T is to no purpose for thee to dispute For all thy Forgeries I can confute I am thy Judge and never will pass by Thy horrid acts and Bloody Villany The time 's at hand when I 'le fullfil my word And in just fury draw my glittering Sword My frown shall make thy proud foundation quake And all the Pillars of thy House I 'le shake Dost think because I did forbear so long That I will not revenge my Childrens wrong What I resolve to do or will command No Pope nor Devil ever can withstand He that presum'd great Monarchs to depose Shall soon be tumbled down by some of those Whom he so crusht from Hell he did ascend And thither shall be flung down in the end He 'l surely fall and never rise again The hope thou hast of him is therefore vain There 's no recalling of the Sentence gone Thy Execution day approaches on Truth Most glorious Judge since this bold Whore denies Her filthy lewdness and Adulteries Let me but prove it and proclaim her shame 'T is known that I a faithful VVitness am It has been Evidenc'd by Vision clear That some strange Monster should on Earth appear Which by imperfect views did first amaze Sagacious minds when they on it did gaze Which made mens Judgments to divide asunder To see an object of unusual wonder A Woman City And a Scarlet Whore The like on Earth was never seen before A VVoman in her pompous glory drest And sitting on a monstrous horned Bâ—ast Who is decyphered by Prodigious things His very Horns explain'd are Crowned Kings And then this mighty VVonder to compleat She 's placed on a seven hilled Seat She 's stil'd a VVoman and a VVhore because She once submitted to Enacted Laws As other VVomen do when they do wed A Husband and enjoy a Marriage Bed And who this Woman is shall now be known Her proper title is Great Babylon VVho in great Pomp and Royal State doth ride Excelling haughty Jezebel in pride VVho in our Modern times hath boasting been That she rules all Men as a Mighty Queen Trampling on Kings and Crowned Potentates Commanding Kingdoms Common-wealths and States Requiring Subjects blindly to obey Pressing the Beast and Horns to Kill and Slay At such a rate as that all Christendom Like Butchers bloudy Shambles are become If by this mark she is not understood Neither by Garb Beast Actions or by Blood To other ways of proof I 'le quickly come And shew this Whore to be the Church of Rome The Woman which th' Apostle John beheld Arayed in Purple and in Pomp upheld By that Blasphemous Scarlet-colour'd Beast That was with Gold and Stones of value drest Holding a cup full of abominations And black pollutions of her fornications That with great Kings Adultery commits And on a sev'n-hill'd Habitation sits The holy Angel of the Lord explains That 't is the City which so proudly reigns Over the Kings of th' Earth but all these notes And what besides the blessed Spirit quotes With Papal Rome exactly do agree She therefore must this bloudy Strumpet be If all the marks of this great Whore are given Will not meet any where so plain and even As on the Church and People I did name Then certainly she is the very same For it is evident that there is none May be so fitly stiled Babylon 'T was she that took the Word of God away And by a string of Beads taught men to pray She rob'd the Laity of the blessed Cup And spoil'd the Feast where Children came to sup At the Lords Table where they us'd to mind The blessed things their Saviour left behind She did set up her superstitious Mass As rank an Idol as yet ever was Commanding adoration to be given Of equal honour with the God of Heaven Imposing Vows unwarranted Traditions Implicit Faith and thousand superstitions Pretended Miracles apparent Lies Damnable Errors and fond Fopperies She clogs the Conscience and to make all well Boasts all her dictates are infallible Did Babylon the burning work begin Make a hot furnace Thrust Gods Worthies in This Church herein hath driven such a trade That thousands broiling Martyrs she hath made She sets the Pope above the Holy One The great Jehovah and his blessed Son. T is she declares him Universal Head 'T is she forbids the Bible to be read 'T is she that first did from the Faith depart 'T is she that wounded Sion to the Heart 'T is she hath been the occasion of all evil 'T is she advanc'd the Doctrine of the Devil 'T is she that taught her Sons to swear and lie To vouch great falshoods and plain truths deny 'T is she that did forbid the Marriage Bed Whilst her vile Clergy such ill Lives have led Was it not she that Canon did create Commanding People to abstain from Meat Which God gave licence unto all to eat That all may know we do to Rome no wrong A little Book will publish'd be ere long That will make it most evident and clear That only Papal Rome's intended here If from this charge she can her self defend Then may she make the Judg and Law her friend Or if she can produce another Tribe To whom we may this Character ascribe VVith greater clearness than we do to her VVe will consent her sentence to defer Judge Rome since thou canst not make a fair Defence And shew to all the VVorld thine Innocence 'T is very evident that all these things Have been fulfilled on Kingdoms and their Kings And now if there no other people be That did the like then thou alone art she Let thy denials trouble men no more Thou only art the bloudy Scarlet Whore Therefore in Justice I at length am come Being Long provokt to pass thy final Doom The Sentence ROME Thou hast been indicted by the Name of Mystery Babylon Mother of Harlots Scarlet-coloured Whore False Church and Pretended Spouse of Jesus Christ and thou art found Guilty of all the Horrid and Prodigious Crimes following That thou didst Apostatize from the Holy Religion of God and his Son Jesus Christ and didst advance the Pope or Man of Sin and hast Sacrilegiously attributed and given to him those Names and Titles which belong only to God and the Great Erâ—aâ—â—el magnifying his Decrees in wicked Council above the Laws of God and hast made void the Laws and Constitutions of the Gospel making the Church National and forming whole Kingdoms into one Universal Church Thou hast insinuated thy self into the Courts of the Emperors Kings and Princes of the Earth perswading them to commâ—t Fornication and Idolatry with thâ—e to the utter Râ—in and Destruction of many of them as well as of several Peers Noblemen others of all Ranks and Degrees
midst of all my Jollities Must I meet with this terrible surprize And into such amazement now be thrown Just when I thought that all had been my own Oh blessed Virgin help Ah pity show Scatter my fears my enemies overthrow St. Patrick and St. Andrew George and all Unite your strength Oh now prevent my fall Oh haste make haste or I am quite undone What shall I do Oh whither shall I run Romes Angel Guardian I do thee invoke To save our Church and to divert this stroke You Saints and Martyrs who at Tyburn dy'd Pray the blest Virgin to be on our side O mighty Neptune with an angry brow Upon my Foes thy utmost vengeance show That this proud Pharaoh whose ambitious mind To ruin Mother Church hath now design'd May ne'r prevail From landing oh him keep Let all his hopes be buried in the deep Why are the Sea 's so calm will they consent Him to preserve to my sad detriment Ah! raise yourboistrous winds and swelling waves And in your bowels let them have their graves Break all their Ships let them sink down like lead And in the raging Seas be buried Look out you English Heroes hoist your Sails Cursed be he whose heart or courage fails Fight valiantly and then I need not fear That Eighty Eight will be a fatal year Ah! heark He 's landed that 's bad news if true And in the West I dread what will insue What cursed Star bears Rule Ah! cruel Fate The Sea and Seamen both now shew their hate What! none t' oppose none that will them withstand What! suffer such an Enemy to land Are all the Gods asleep on whom I call No they have heard me and on him will fall Though he has seap'd the Seas you 'l soon perceive Vengeance much longer will not let him live Chear up my gallant Souldiers you I trust Will never fly Therefore with speed you must Be all in readiness and do not fear But fierce as Lyons 'gainst your foes appear Though he pas pass'd the Seas yet let yourrage Declare he greater dangers must ingage In glittering Armor now march bravely on Fight but like men and then the day 's our own You 'll be Invincible none can you oppose For you in Number Courage Skill your Foes Do far exceed I likewise do depend Much on my Forreign Allies who will lend Both Money Men and Council for the Cause Then down go all the Hereticks and their Laws Their Houses Lands their Gold and Silver too We 'll Seize and then distribute them to you Hah What 's the matter What bad news again How are things carried pray at Salisbury Plain We hear the Enemy is coming on With mighty force and is oppos'd by none Our damn'd Heretical Army do declare That they to Popery sworn Enemies are Some to our Foes are gone and more will go â—â—av'n pity us Alas What shall we do â—â—y more then that the worst is still behind â—ost of the Greatest Peers with them are join'd â—e hear they are an hundred thousand strong â—nd we much doubt they will be here ere long â—ll things against us now seem to combine â—s if our ruin all men did design Such pannick fears our senses do affright We neither strength nor courage have to fight Such Giants as we hear our Enemies are Whose Men and Horses both do armour wear Their frightful whiskers and two handed Swords No little terror to our men affords One of these Brandenburghers sure will be Able to cut off many such as we But silence Heark Another Post What now Bad Tydings still Alas I scarce know how Or what to tell you but most certainly Our Army does before the Enemy fly All All is lost Ah! Where now shall we run Shift for your selves sad times are coming on Sure so unfortunate none ever were Oh see how th' Hereticks do laugh and jeer So great an Army scattered and gone Who soon might have a glorious Conquest now Had they resolv'd to face the enemy We quickly should have got the Victory But Stay Stay Stay Here 's more ill news I fear A Post from Reading I see drawing near Well what 's done there Alas the Town is taken I doubt that all our Saints have us forsaken Some were there slain and otherâ— put to flight The Teagues are kill'd The Scots refuse to fight Nay which is worse The King this night is gone Ah now my heart fails quite w are all undone Alas must I be tamely forc'd to yield Must I thus cowardly forsake the Field Must all my hopes be blasted in a day Let Vengeance fall on those who did betray The cause I 've carryed on from age to age With deepest policy and fiercest rage Fly Children for your lives Oh! search about And strive to find some place of refuge out A Protestant See how they look and with what dread and fear These guilty wretches now fly here and there To hide their Heads and skulk in holes alone And dare not now themselves for Papists own They post away and hurry to and fro To Dover Portsmouth and Gravesend they go Their Priests and Jesuits are in great despair Throw off their Gowns and run they scarce know where Their Judges too that lately gave their Votes So learnedly from their dispensing Throats Who what Rome would have done durst ne`re deny But to all Arbitrary Power did comply Are routed now and forc't in haste to trudge Each wishing he had never been a Judge The Chancellor that Mighty Man of sence Is nonplust now how to escape from hence That Loyal Soul that zealous Slave to Rome The Wappingers on him pronounce his doom He that to them did always malice bear By providence at last was taken there Others were seiz'd that strove themselves to save Who in short time may their demeâ—its have Great Nassaw like the rising Sun appears Whose warming influence drys up all our tears Marching to London with his Noble train Whereby our dying hopes revive again But let us hear what Sion now does say Who seem'd o'rewhelm'd with grief the other day Sion Ah! I am still perplext although I stand Amaz'd to see these wonders in the Land I know not yet how things with me may go Nor what my gracious God intends to do Whether my Foes are absolutely slain Or whether yet they may not rise again Whether my Children shall have equal share Of favour and protection without fear And whether those who did our Rights betray And for a mess of Pottage sold away Our dear bought Freedoms shall now trusted be As Conservators of our Libertie Yet let things go as the great God shall please I must rejoice in this my present ease Who by his Glorious and Almighty Pow'r Sent us relief in a most needful hour Whereby my dreadful and most cruel Foe Received an amazing overthrow But yet I find some strugling in my Womb Another Birth I do expect to come That God who hath this gracious work begun Will greater
things effect ere he has done I intermissions have now ease then pain Sometimes I soar aloft then down again Having thus spoke she bow'd and with her tears Bedew'd the parched Earth when straight appears A comforter by pittying Heav'n then sent To raise her drooping Spirits almost spent And his approach unto her having made In most obliging terms thus to her said Distressed Church I fully know thy grief And as thou hast received some relief So God will hear thy sighs and fervent Pray'rs And suddenly will wipe away all tears From thy wet Eyes and all thy griefs expell And in sweet peace and safety thou shalt dwell My Grand Design I 've publickly made known Each part whereof in time thou shalt see done Wait but with patience I for Englands good Think nought too much No not my dearest blood I equally my favour will extend To all whose Faithfulness shall them commend Unto my service and appear to be Lovers of Englands Ancient Liberty All Protestants I jointly will respect And equally my People will protect But yet the best deserving Men I will Imploy and chiefly them incourage still My subjects Hearts I would unite together That nothing might divide them more for ever I none but treacherous Papists will disown Or such as are sowrn Enemies to my Crown To such they must expect I shall appear As Justice leads me to it most severe The Good and Virtuous I shall always cherish That Truth and Goodness in my reign may flourish My coming was design'd to cover all That Persecution upon none should fall In these poor Kingdoms But that now at last Forgetting all the mischiefs which are past Whereby ill men contriv'd to bring about their Plots and root the true Religion out Not only here but likewise in each Land Where it establisht is by Christs right hand I now resolve if God will prosper me All Protestants shall safe and happy be And live in perfect Love and Unity Protestant Church GReat Sir your Speeches to your Parliament Sufficiently discover your intent Yea they revive our Souls neither do we See cause to doubt of your Integrity But hope that God who such great things hath wrought And by your hand this strange Deliverance brought Will so endear you to the hearts of all True Englishmen especially those that call Sincerely upon Heaven That they may cry With Pray'rs and Tears for you continually And never to the Throne of Grace draw near But you upon their tender Hearts may bear Your last most gracious offer That you 'l ease Your Subjects of so great a Tax doth please And them obliges to that high degree They all will strive who shall most Loyal be Your Justice in asserting each mans right To worship God according to that Light He hath receiv'd will multitudes procure To own your Interest and your Rights secure For who will not to Caesars Cause be true When Caesar unto God doth give his due And the Almighty's Government will maintain Who over Conscience is sole Soveraign If any do the Civil State disturb On such you justly ought to put a curb But if like Men and Christians they do live Doubtless just Liberty to them you 'l give Nor will our Parliament this Right deny Whose Protestant zeal hath rais'd their Fame so high For you we ought to praise the God of Heaven Who by your means such blessings hath us given When all our Liberties were near infring'd And Englands Fundamental Laws unhing'd When all things both in Church and State did run To ruin and we judg'd our selves undone You under God have now restor'd our Laws And likewise have defended Sions Cause The Mighty God Dread Prince chose you to be Our only help in great extremity With double blessings may you both be Crown'd Who in compassion to us did abound My Children resolve unanimously With you to stand and fall To'live and dye With hazard of your life their Chains you broke And off their necks remov'd the Romish Yoke With vast expence you this great act have done And of your Person have much danger run Shall I not then with all my Children cry We with our King and Queen will live and die Our lives we under God to you do owe And therefore whatsoever we can do Can 't be too much And in a grateful way We ought to strive your goodness to repay We find our rising proves our Enemies fall Where are they now that did us then inthrall They dig'd a Pit and in it fallen are Yea wonderfully catcht in their own snare This is Gods doing and is marvellous Even to our Enemies as well as us And therefore now my self I must address Unto the God of Truth and Righteousness I 'le lift my Soul to him in Thanks and Praise And ne're forget his Wonders in these days The Churches Song of Praise and Thanksgiving to God for her late Gracious deliverance OH matchless Grace Oh Love beyond degree Now I am certain there is none like thee In Heav'n or Earth I will Praise thee therefore For thou a Salve hast now found for my sore Transported by thy Love with Joy I cry My ravisht Spirit must exalt the High And Mighty God by whose unbounded grace My heart 's enlarg'd to run the blessed race Thou shalt conduct me to the Living Springs From thence I 'le rise up as with Eagles Wings Unto that heavenly Mount of Faiths desire Where thy Transcendent Glory I 'll admire And in those happy Seats of Bliss above I 'l be imbraced in thy Arms of Love. I 'l hold thee fast and never let thee go For by thy loss Oh what a depth of woe Did I fall into What a dreadful case Was I in when thou Lord didst hide thy face If I have thee I nothing else need trave Without thee if all else I nothing have Nothing without thee is of worth to me All things are vanity compar'd to thee To be thy Portion Lord thou didst me chuse And sure so great a grace I 'll ne're refuse Thou art my Saviour and my Heritage My Sanctuary too from Age to Age I therefore evermore will dwell with thee And thou alone my hiding place shalt be When I was fal'n thou raisedst me on High For which thy blessed name I 'll magnify Thou didst in mercy look on my distress When I Lord was in woful heaviness Beset with cruel Foes and could not sâ—â— The many dangers that incompast me Thou didst observe my ruin very near And thou didst suddenly for me appear Didst send thy Servant speedily away To save me from the ravenous Beasts of Prey Thou like a tender Father couldst not see Thy Children fail by Romish Cruelty Thy special favours may I ne're forget Let them with Power on my heart be set Ah! how unworthy was this sinful Land For whom thou didst stretch forth thy mighty hand To save and help them in that dreadful hour When all their hope was lost and all their power Though thy