Jacobs ladder, or, The devout souls ascention to Heaven, in prayers, thanksgivings, and praises in four parts ... : with graces and thanksgivings : illustrated with sculptures / by Jo. Hall.
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- Title
- Jacobs ladder, or, The devout souls ascention to Heaven, in prayers, thanksgivings, and praises in four parts ... : with graces and thanksgivings : illustrated with sculptures / by Jo. Hall.
- Author
- Hall, John, d. 1707.
- Publication
- London :: Printed for N. Crouch ...,
- 1676.
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- Prayers.
- Devotional literature.
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http://name.umdl.umich.edu/A45033.0001.001
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"Jacobs ladder, or, The devout souls ascention to Heaven, in prayers, thanksgivings, and praises in four parts ... : with graces and thanksgivings : illustrated with sculptures / by Jo. Hall." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A45033.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 15, 2024.
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Page 136
O therefore, let us jointly all proclaim,
The praise of this great Act, due to the Name
Of Him by whom Kings Reign: and Oh that we,
Could make our souls, Wing'd with De∣votion, flee
To God on High, in Thankfulness and Praise,
Who without Blood has Crown'd our King with Bays;
Brought from three conquered Nations, which he
Holds in Subjection, but to keep them free,
From the hard Yoke of Bondage, which of late,
So gaul'd our necks, whilest that we call∣ed a State,
Was nought but mad-men sitting at the Helm,
Twas a great Bedlam, which is now a Realm.
But those bad times are past; this day we were
Even rescu'd from the Sword, without a War.
Without a War, Great Charles his King∣domes wone,
Thus strait, when God, Will hav't, the thing is done.
O may we thankful be, and sing his praise,
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Who for our Cypress, now has given us Bayes.
May we give God, and Caesar all their due.
And always Peace, and Loyalty Pursue.