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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A47095	Zion in distress, or, The sad and lamentable complaint of Zion and her children wherein are demonstrated the causes of her miserable calamities, and her faith in God ... : also shewing the dreadful controversie God hath with the beast of Rome ...	Keach, Benjamin, 1640-1704.	1666 (1666)	Wing K108; ESTC R18256	24,479	62

I 'd briefly speak and shall not much en●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 eve●mo●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 A●d the worst torments that thou couldst devise Thou madst them suffer sto●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 ha●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 C●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 forbea● 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 crue●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 Wi●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 ' T●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 Fo● 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 therefo●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 fo● 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

Earth were there ten thousand more For thou hast found a Sal●e for eve●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 po●tion art I 'll ●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 Lo●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 ●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 da●es make wa● 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 Ce●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 simp●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 sha●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 sati●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