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
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
presently devour ZION's SONS Shall we arise against this Beast of Prey To rescue thee and take his strength away Who hath so long time been thine Enemy Ruling o'er thee and thine in cruelty Or shall he eveâ—â—eign and domineer As he hath done without controul or fear ZION No stay a while I shall deliver'd be From his fieâ—ce wrath and cruel â—yranny When the set time is come I fully know I shall deliver'd be as Truth doth show For he that sitteth in the Heavens doth scorn At this great Rebel for his Son that 's born Heir of the World and Prince of Kingdoms too Shall surely â—eign because it is his due For God hath promis'd that his Son shall have The Câ—own the Kâ—ngdom and the Scepter brave Nations shall serve him Kings that have abhorr'd His Name shall pay him homage as their Lord To JESUS all shall bow he shall be King And to poor Zion shall Redemption bring Wherefore my Children I do say again Do you not stir he hath some time to reign Him to destroy it is beyond your skill Your Wisdom and your Strength is to fit sâ—ill Till his long months be out yea the last hour None can consume or take away his power To suffer still it is for me appointed Till some to do this Work shall be anointed With Gods good Spirit that most holy Oyl And then they shall this cruel Beast quite foyl Your present work is therefore for to pray To be prepared for that blessed Day Be therefore ready for the time draws near When he shall fall of this you need not fear But since I see you active fain would be Revenge your selves I give you liberty On one which a long time my Foe hath â—in If you would know his name you shall 't is Sin Arise now kill and slay upon him fall A worser Foe I 've not among them all Spare not it 's he which always doth oppose Both you and I and all that with Christ close Until he is beat down I shall not rise Nor be deliver'd from my Enemies Because of Sin my very heart doth ake And much of this complaint doth therefore make For it is Sin together with the Devil That is the cause of all my pâ—esent evil O strive against them in Gods holy power And give no place to them not for an hour Besides them and the Beast there is the Whore Some wrongs I must impute unto her score For she doth call my Children Hereticks Phanaticks also for by such her tricks She keeps the World in such blindness that so There 's very few that do my Children know She takes from them their Souls most precious food Because they can't partake with her vile brood Besides of her I have cause to complain For she hath many of my Children slain She makes the Beast to run at me and roar And with his Horns oft-times my Sides to goar She hath some Brats too cloath'd in black white Which stâ—ike at me this day with all their might But amongst all heâ— cursed hellish Train None shall speed worse then they when she is slain ZION's SONS Mother What Whore is that for she shall rue Hath she so many of our Brethren slew Lâ—t Veng'ance be on her Gods Saints do cry Whose Dâ—aths are precious in their Father's Eye â—hough she hath taken our good Name fâ—om us â—et her not think she shall escape it thus â—e do estèem our Names as precious Oyl â—hich she hath labour'd so much to defile 〈◊〉 know whom she should be we do think long 〈◊〉 hath unto us all done thus much wrong ZION She is great Babylon of whom you 've read Whâ—ch owns not Christ in truth to be her Head This is that Romish Antichristian Harlot Who for long time hath sat bedâ—â—k'd in Scarlet Upon the Beast which from the Sea did rise Whose Fore-head's spread with Names of Blasphemieâ— Who with the golden Cup that 's in her hand Invites the Rich and Noble of the Land For to commit the Sin of Fornication Which to the Lord is great abomination And now because that I abhor this Sin She to this day my Enemy hath been And makes the Mighty Ones me to oppress For laying open her great wickedness ZION's SONS Shall we arise Why should this wicked Whore Blaspheme our God or wrong us any more She glories and doth live deliciously Both God his Christ and Us she doth defie And more then this she thousands doth annoy Both Souls and Bodies too she doth destroy She stretcheth forth her hand and still doth crave Poor Innocents that them she might inslave Yea to the whole World she has done such wrong We her abhor more then the stinking Dung. Shall we now fill to her in the same Cup That she hath fill'd to us for to drink up Yea double to her double saith Gods Word No mercy unto her at all afford Shall we arise O Zion full of ire To eat her Flesh and burn her in the fire ZION You instrumental in this work shall be Your Brother John long time since told it me Esay also and Jeremy before Did clearly show you should destroy this Whore And I perceive you this do understand Which comforts me too on the other hand You are enlight'ned with the Angels Glory As it hath been fore-told in sacred Story As for my Children who before did live Light from this Angel they could not receive But you my Sons brought forth in these last days Great things shall do though many it gain-says And you I see are earnest for to know The time when you this Whore shall overthrow And I can't blame you in this very thing Because great Glory to me it will bring The Gospel too over the world shall spread And men instead of Husks shall feed on Bread And Gospel-Freedom you shall then enjoy No Popish Prelate you shall more annoy Nor shall the Locusts of you make a prey Because that Tythes to them you cannot pay Those wicked Fiends of Hell shall then no more Have power for to sting and hurt the poor They shall be cast with shame as 't is most fit Into that dismal dark and smoaking pit Thither they shall I say with wrath be turn'd And with those lasting Flames they shall be burn'd But to reply to what you have enquir'd At present you must keep your selves retir'd To make attempts you ought for to defie Till strength be given from the Lord on high You now within the streets do lie for dead Not knowing yet how to lift up your head But you shall then appeaâ— to be alive The Spirit of the Lord shall you revive God hath I know let down the time exact When he 'll begin his strange and dreadful Act To the amazement of your Enemies When God shall call his Mighty ones to rise And from the Heav'ns you then shall hear a Voice The which shall cause your Souls for â—o rejoyce And that will be to you so clear a call
Earth were there ten thousand more For thou hast found a Salâ—e for eveâ—y Sore By thee I ravish'd am O thou most High O how my Spirit and my Soul doth cry To thee O Lord by whose enlarged Grace My Heart's enlarg'd to run the blessed Race Thou shalt me lead unto thy living Springs From thence I 'll mount up as with Eagle's Wings Unto the Heavenly Mount of Faith's Desire Where I thy glory great may much admire And then will I descend down from above To be imbraced in the Arms of Love I 'll hold thee fast and never let thee go For by the loss of thee what grievous wo Did I sustain O what great misery Thou hidst thy face and troubled sore was I. Thee having though nought else 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 Lord things be not what they be All things are nothing when compar'd with thee I am thy portion Lord though didst me chuse And thou my poâ—tion art I 'll â—e'er refuse But thou O God shalt be my Heritage Thou art a God of Grace from age to age And therefore evermore I 'll dwell with thee For thou O God my hiding place shalt be In time of trouble and of fury great I will unto thy holy Name retreat Which is a Tower strong to all that fly With care and speed from their iniquity Thou light in darkness art and joy in grief Though I in trouble am thou send'st relief When I am down thou lift'st me up on high And I thy Name O God will magnifie And with much patience I will undergo Thy indignation Lord for well I know That I have sinn'd against thy holy Name And therefore 't is that I do suffer shame And though this day I am but low and mean Poor and despis'd and so long time have been Yet for my good I know that thou wilt make it And with content I therefore now will take it And will wait on thee till thou dost arise To break in pieces all our Enemies My precious Cause then I will leave with thee Which thou O Lord wilt doubtless plead for me Thy Voice great God is to my Soul so sweet I am reviv'd and set upon my feet O I can sing in hopes of what I see Thou hast O Loâ—d laid Blessings up for me And now O Whore that art my bitter Foe My day is near I would have thee to know My God han't me forsook for he will now Set me on high and make thee for to bow And shalt with shame cover thy filthy Head Whilst I in triumph shall upon thee tread Because so long thou hast upon me â—rod And in contempt hast said Where is thy God He will therefore in right retaliate And bring just Judgements down upon thy pate BABYLON Zion thy self mistake thou dost The Day will still be mine Wherefore then dost thou proudly boast As if it would be thine I for my Wounds have got a Cure At ease I am and well I very safe am and secure And so I know shall dwell My Glory is return'd to me Which I had lost indeed No Widowhood more shall I see From sorrow I am freed A Queen I am so shall remain And have my Pleasures still For so long as my Lord doth raign I can do what I will For he doth me most dearly love And mighty strength has he All other Lords he is above They all his servants be He is the chief in all the Earth And sits in Peter 's Chair The Keys of Hell and Death he hath And is past all compare The Dragon from whence did derive His power strength and seat Thee to the Wildernesse did drive There for to seek thy meat And they have got the same pow'r still Who daâ—es make waâ— with them To spoil them is beyond the skill Of all that them condemn One Emperor and also Kings Love me as doth appear My name in every Court so rings Ruine I do not fear My Sons likewise are Noble men For Dukes and Lords they be They will secure me alwayes when Great dangers they do see Their Honours and their Riches too From me they have them all They know they should them lose also If ever I should fall The Lawyers too and Priests I know Dear Children to me are To keep me from an overthrow Their lives they will not spare The Merchants yea and thousands more Will all lend me their hand Ceâ—tain I am from hence therefore Secure I long shall stand And thus thou clearly may'st behold What strength is on my side And although I am now grown old With glory I shall ride And as for God the Lord most high He hath spar'd me so long He doth love me assuredly And will do me no wrong Falsly accus'd am I therefore As if God did mean me When he speaks of the wicked Whore That shall destroyed be 'T is some one else that God doth mean His Church in truth am I And from all sin I am wash'd clean Thy speech I do defie ZION Leave off leave off 't is thou O bloody Whore Do not thou think thou shalt for evermore Thus dominere in pomp and wicked pride For God ere long thy Rulers will divide Those mighty ones in whom are all thy trust Long shall not hold but into pieces must Be surely broken this thou soon shalt see Here here begins thy bitter misery Those that did love thee most will hate thee so That they will seek thy utter overthrow As was their love their hatred now will be And to destroy thee they will all agree For thou hast them inslav'd unto thy lust Whilst they like simpâ—e ones in no wise durst Offend or cross thy vile and bloody mind For they have been bewitch't they now will find By thy alluring Voice and lustful Eye To joyn with thee in all iniquity Thy flatteries shaâ—l them no more deceive Nor thy base Whoredoms thousands more bereave Of inward Good and outward Riches so As they have been to their eternal wo. They then shall see thy vile and ill intent In setting them against the Innocent To satiâ—fie thy lust and base desire Their sinful Hearts alas were set on fire And through the provocation of the Devil Have yeilded to commit such horrid Evil That there 's no Pen can write no Tongue declare What things were acted almost every where For throughout Europe either more or less There hath been wrought indeed such wickedness Which surely would cause Hearts of Stone to melt When they consider what my Children felt And did indure from savage Tyrants great Who cruelly those tender Lambs did treat More then did ever the blood-thirsty Turk Which Tyrants thou didst always set on work Some hints of which here briefly doth insue Which I shall now present unto your view And what at this time I lay to thy Charge