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Englands vvelcome to Iames by the grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, defender of the faith, &c. Wherein is shewed her zealous loue, and reuerent dutie to her soueraigne. Composed into three cantoes.; Englands welcome to James.
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STC 14422; ESTC S109121
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molde What shall I speake of other dead reuiued Or make rehearsall of such obiects sere Of blind and lame of sence and sight depriued He made the dumbe to speake and deafe to heare He fowle infected soules from sinne did cure And vgly vlcer'd Leapers clensed pure When waltring waues and windes would ouerthrow The shaking ships amid the Seas ytost He caus'd the sturdie stormes to stoope below And saued ships and men like to be lost He made the lame in leaping beare his bed And with fiue loaues two fish fiue thousand fed He water wan conuerted into wine He daunted deuills and furies put to flight He for thy sake did let them strangle swine He taught all sorts of men to follow light His workes within no leaues can be enroul'd The ample world his wonders cannot hould Doe what he could his actions did displease His worthy words incurred spotlesse blame No Angell tongue their malice could appease They forged crymes and fained lyes did frame They mercilesse will kill their louing King Who came to shrow'd them vnder mercies wing Lost childe hells slaue Deuils guest did him betray For thee that Lambe was traterously solde The Ethnish doggs and Iewes haule him away They whip him bound vnto a piller colde The mightie maule of death diuell hell and sinne By coined lyes is falselie compast in His fathers wisedome diuine truth is taken God and man heauens lamp and glorious light Is of his owne deciples deare forsaken Is bound and led away as theefe by night He whipped is and beat till from the crowne Tot'h ground red streames of blood distilled downe Stout Gedons Trumpets kept the dreadfull sound His brickle Lanthornes broken shined bright But Christ his trumpe lay smothered in the ground The lamps of light and truth did lacke their light When Iewes their Maister bound away had led Th'Apostles into hollowe caues are fled Now Peters lofty vants and braggs are knowne That mightie mount is rent and shaken sunder A maidens voice the fact hath ouerthrowne A Cocks third cry proclaimes the rocke brought vnder That siluer bell hath lost it sounding tung Which all abroad with praise the Gospell rung The Lambe of God to Pilats hall is brought His dome and iudgement most vniust to haue Where fraud and false surmising witnes sought His worthy words by wresting to depraue They spit through spighte vpon his gracious face And they with blowes and buffets him disgrace When Diuels hell snakes foule fends and furyes fell Had fil'd blasphemous Iewes with poyson rancke Then they with spight contempt and malice swell Within their hearts mischeuous vennome sancke They sound these bloody words in Pilats hall We craue naile him on crosse before vs all They scoffe at him and laugh him vnto scorne And him as King in purple roabe array They spit they spight and crowne his head with thorne In iesting wise on knees all hayle they say They force him also beare a heauie crosse Tot'h place where he redeemed Adams losse They hoyse him vp vpon a filthie mount On crosse both hand and foote they fixed sure Betwixt two theeues whose worse they him account Where he most bitter torments did endure If all the Martirs paines were put in one They all to this should be esteemed none He thirsting on the crosse mans soule to saue Did fainting seeme to them for drinke to call They dreaming that indeed he drinke would haue In place thereof did proffer bitter gall Thus seru'd they him who suffered for thy sake The Lord of all who heauen and earth did make When this was done he yeelded vp the Ghost His soule he to his father did commend He offred vp himselfe a sacred hoast And so his glorious passion made an end All this he did for thee yet thou vnkinde Hast almost rac'd him quite out of thy minde When as the voice ended her long discourse She gaue me leaue a little for to pause Then hauing stood a while quite out of course Was euery thing and I the chiefest cause Nature quite out of course to checke my course Neglect her worke to worke in me remorse Then like a childe which hauing done amisse Doth trembling stand in feare of Maisters rod So did I then and gladly seem'd to kisse The very path where I might praise my God And as the childe doth wish the deed vndone So did I wish I had with him begun The voice which then did lately seeme to chide Did change her chaunt and did new comforts bring Saying oh England thou hast time and tide As yet remaining for to praise heauens King Take time by 'th bush that growes vpon his brow For that being past thou canst not take him now And if thou slip'st him now farewell my hope Thou shalt not haue occasion like to this Not God knowes when wherein will be such scope And cause of comfort where nothing is amisse Hauing wisedomes wealth vertues florishing Which makes thee happy through thy graue wise King Therefore to God which thus hath been thy stay All honour giue praise him eternally With hands and heart vp-throwne see thou dost pray Giue tryple laude vnto his Maiestie Giue praise to God the giuer of thy King In glorying him thou prayseth still thy King Then cease to praise and pray an other space That God may graunt him long and happy daies And prosper all his vertues with his grace That all the world may testifie his praise And that hee 'l send such wisedome from aboue That thou mayst him in dutie serue hee thee in loue This hauing said England said she adue Thinke on my words be sure when I am gone Giue God the praise and thou shalt neuer rue For all ensuing dangers comming on He of his mercie will keepe from thy King If thou to him dost onely glorie sing With that I heard caelestiall harmonie The voice departed straight into the ayre To heauen I thinke for it was heauenlie Sweet of all sweets and fayrest of all fayre Then I remembring what the voice had bod Sung these thankes-giuings to my liuing God A Song of thankes-giuing GOds name be glorifyed who with his heauenly might Hath hell in chiefe and top of pride put to a shamefull flight Who sent his onely Sonne mans sinfull soule to saue Which heere on earth a race did run to sinne a seruing slaue All glory be to God which in my widdow-hood Sent me a husband and a King to cheere my sorrowing moode I humbly therefore pray with praises to thy name That he directly so may liue his deedes may merit fame Powre downe thy heauenly deawe guard him with giftes of grace And triple all his former yeares to guide his Princely Mace Place truth amongst his traine confound all traytrous mindes Amongst the commons plant true zeale to doe as dutie bindes And lastly on my knees J pray my heauenly God From worthy Iames and from his Realme to stay his wrathfull rod. God saue King Iames. FINIS