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〈♫〉〈♫〉 THou Lord hast made us see that pious thoughts Of future reformation for past faults, Nor satisfie thy justice, or prevent Alwaies the stroaks of thy dire punishment. Our hopes orelaid by sin
〈♫〉〈♫〉 on thee depend For pardon, not on our resolves t'amend. When by vindictive judgements on us layd. Thou hast thy glory in our shame displaid. And how' unsafe it is shown us by these; To dare t'offend, on after hopes to please: Thy mercies then I trust the blessings may Restore, which wrong'd we forc'd thee snatch away.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 THou whose mercies know no bound, Pardon my com∣pliant sin. Death in me the guiltless found, Who his refuge should have been. To her self and thee my soul, Her trans╌gres╌sion o╌pen laies, Cleanse me from a guilt so foule, And thy mer╌cies I shall praise. With the crime my heart withstood, Did my differing hand comply: Yet
〈♫〉〈♫〉 if bath'd in thy rich blood, Snow my whiteness shall outvie. Justice let me learn of thine, Who for death unjustly given, Future dangers to de∣cline, Into greater now am driven.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 LOrd thou in Heaven, and in my heart, My witness art, If to oppress the innocent I ever meant; Then
〈♫〉〈♫〉 let the foe my life confound, And tread my Honours to the ground. The Mists which cozen humane sight, Shrink from thy light; The heart and reines thy searching eyes A∣natomize. Truth wrapt in darknesse lost in doubt, To day restoring O shine out.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 TO thee I fly thou sole defence Of my invaded innocence, Who onely canst the stubborn Main, And people more enrag'd restrain. The floods, the floods, or'e swell their bounds, Danger my threatned soul surrounds, Mine and my realms iniquity, The tumults tumults of our souls
'gainst thee These popular innundations cause, That bear down Loyalty and Lawes. But thou to Seas didst fix a shore, And from the Deluge, Earth restore, O quell these salvage Beasts, And me from their tumultuous Rapines free.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 TO thee my God I still appeal Whose all dis∣cerning eyes reveal, The clouds that humane thoughts conceal. A heart thou gav'st me to bestow Much on my Subjects, which must now Learn much from them to undergo. Thy will be done, and ours deny'd, When most to thine
〈♫〉〈♫〉 it seems ally'd, And theirs who thee pretend their guide: Instruct me wisely to imploy Thy crosses that my hopes destroy, As the ful╌fill∣ings of my joy. I raised my own fears theirs ta∣bate, Unsetled mine, to fix their state, Who re∣compence my love with hate.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 OUr Native freedome Lord preserve, Which bids our wills thy Will obey; Yet from our Conscience never swerve, Whilst mens Decrees with Law we weigh, And Reason, nor of ought allow, But that to which our judgments bow. Where fixt by thee I did reside, That Place by
〈♫〉〈♫〉 Subjects forc'd I quitted, Yet for their good my self deny'd, In all to my dispose submitted. Let no demands in Tumults prest, From my consent unjust power wrest,
〈♫〉〈♫〉 LOrd those whom thou in Vowes hast tied, Yet now by distance dost divide, Here or in Heaven u∣nite.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 Defend us from de╌spite╌full foes, And by the sufferings they impose, Prepare us for thy sight. Though in Religion we dissent, Hear our Devotions joyntly bent Thy sacred Truth to finde. Love in our equal hearts in╌fuse, Of thee and him who us t'excuse His sinless life resign'd.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHo vengeance on my wrongs hast shewn, And by my foes, my foes or'ethrown: Let not his fall invite My soul by close delight, To make thy just revenge her own. Thou hast reverted on his head The mischief he for others spread, Unwish'd, unask'd by me, That all the earth
〈♫〉〈♫〉 might see, Thou didst my cause in judgment plead. I will not, dare not imprecate The like on all that bear me hate. No, to their souls dispence Pardon and penitence. Charg'd with no due af╌fli∣ctions weight, Deprive me not of Theams so fit for mercy; But their sins remit Whose bold de∣merit climbes, Next those ungratefull crimes, Of which thou me art pleas'd t'acquit.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 THrough humane clouds thy Rayes Like lightning glide, No prejudice thy sentence swayes, For knowledge is thy judgments guide. The proud my soul oppose, And slight thy Lawes, Help Lord, for many are my foes: They hate me yet without a cause. I never did (thou
〈♫〉〈♫〉 knowst) these broyles begin, In which though I adventure most, yet I am certain least to win. But oft deplor'd and strove with care t'avoyd, My life such dangers could not love, Better to save than kill employ'd. My other suff'rings far their Calumnie outweighs, who tell the world this War (my greatest crosse) was rais'd by me. Yet this by silence I to men would own, Might
〈♫〉〈♫〉 it their malice satis╌fie, whilst thou my in∣no╌cence hast knowne.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 OH my God to thee I fly, stronger than the enemy, Heaven nor Earth are wisht by me In comparison of thee Let me be when all deny'd. More than all by thee supply'd. Haste to help
〈♫〉〈♫〉 thou fail'st not those who their trust in thee repose.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 ETernal wisdom arm'd with might, With truth and right my Reason clear; To which so make my will adhere, No threats may from their dictates fright. Thou didst not raise me to a Throne, To
〈♫〉〈♫〉 barr me common li╌ber╌ty. Shall that be nam'd a crime in me, Which others as a vertue own? Unjustly they their King deny The free∣dome, which all mortals claim: Whilst even them∣selves exact the same, With partial perti╌na╌ci∣ty. To thee I pray who through the Maze Of my own thoughts, and suits (like snares spred to in∣volve my soul in cares) Canst surely guide:
〈♫〉〈♫〉 make plain thy waies.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 THy mercies Lord, (hence in displeasure fled) On me and my torn Kingdoms I implore; Whose losse we both too justly merited, But ne∣ver can deserve thou shouldst restore. Thou seest the cruelty that Christians use, In the false colours
〈♫〉〈♫〉 of Religion dy'd. As if the names of Christians they should lose, Unless they one another cru∣cify'd. Since we thy Truth and Charity despis'd. Error and Hatred now their room possess, My God, O pardon those thou hast chastis'd. Our wounds with penitential balme redresse: Make not our sufferings less in thy esteeme, and to our Conscience let our sinns apPear, As they i'th'
〈♫〉〈♫〉 mirror of thy judgements seem, Which to small crimes are never so severe.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 MY troubles, Lord, are mul∣ti╌ply'd, O succour the distrest: in simplest truth thy Servant guide, The wisest Interest. From the associate strength of Foes Be thou my just defence, Who for the
〈♫〉〈♫〉 Serpents craft depose The Doves white innocence. Though to oppress me they agree, Combin'd in mutuall aid: Let not my Soul and Honour be To their deceits betray'd. Devotion and Alle∣giance thou Canst'in their hearts renew, That him they may restore whom now They eager ea╌ger╌ly pursue.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 LOrd I to thee direct my cries, My subjects forward Oaths remit. Quicken their sence of those firm ties, By Law upon their Conscience knit, With which no pious, no pretence Of Refor╌ma╌tion can dispence: Religion owns no injurie, No Sacriledge by thee allow'd, Though mask'd
〈♫〉〈♫〉 with Hate t'Idolitry. Their zeale disguised fraud uncloud: Things holy 'tis a snare to take, And after Vowes enquirie make.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 O Lord thou seest my wrongs abound. Lions enrag'd my Soul surround, With poisnous words, Their tongues like swords, Their teeth
〈♫〉〈♫〉 like Arrows wound. My foes reproach me all the day, And sworn deceits together lay; My God, how long Shall they grow strong, Who with vain Lies inveigh? The calumnies which they have sown On every side, to thee are known, Hold not thy peace, Least they increase, And bury my Renown. The lyar thou wilt ruinate, The bloody and the false do'st hate;
〈♫〉〈♫〉 Let my upright Intents, a light Clear as the Sun dilate.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 THOU still the same for ever blest, Whom mercies infinite invest, In various constancy exprest. Thou hast us with new sense indu'd, Of our old wants; nor scorn'st renu'd Desires,
〈♫〉〈♫〉 in unchang'd words pursu'd. Still let our fix'd Devotions joyn; Our suits to thy firm will encline; Our fervent spirits move by thine. For thou, in all perfection wise, Nor novelty in prayer dost prize, Nor pious constancy despise. By thy command preferring neither, Left in thy Churches power together, To use but not disparage either.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 TO thee my upright∣ness is known, Who hast appointed me to own Thy sacred faith's defence. O let me not, of thee forlorn, Against my Conscience be ore╌born, By Floods of violence. Up Lord in thine own cause arise, Least Schisme make thy Church its prize, And
〈♫〉〈♫〉 trample on her power, From thee continued to our time, When Wealth is made her fatall crime; Her sinn is her fair dower. Whom some have plunderd, others wound, The rest deserted as they sound, Or in her sufferrings joy. May I her hurts and wants relieve, The power which I from thee receive, Teach me for thee t'imploy. To her that love be still sustain'd I owe as
〈♫〉〈♫〉 Christian, though restrain'd As King, from all my right. The bounties on thy Church displaid, By Providence let none invade, With sacrilegious might.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 OF Peace and Reason Lord, Delighting in accord, The wicked, who from Sinn, With
〈♫〉〈♫〉 offer'd grace wouldst win! Whose mercy courts to save, Though power to kill thou have, (Our hearts to softness woo'd, In our Redeemers blood) Perswade us to agree Both with our selves and thee, As men and Christians ought. Peace often have I sought, But it no sooner name Than War my foes proclaime. Our actions never may Destructive passions sway. Our
〈♫〉〈♫〉 judgements clear, that we Thy truth may plain∣ly see. Our stubborn hearts incline, In bonds of Peace to joyn. Our irreligious hate To thee, O dissipate: That to our selves remove With interchanged love; The war our sins have wrought, With peace which Christ hath bought.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 WIth ready joy O let me, Lord, a gree To be orecome when thou wilt have it so: Instruct me in the noblest vi╌cto╌ry, By patience to subdue my self and Foe; Conquests, like Christ's, a Christian King best shew. Mould us to pi╌e╌ty betwixt thy hands; Prest by thy
〈♫〉〈♫〉 left, supported by thy right. Pardon the pride of our successfull Bands, And the repinings of our luckless fight; When (trusting in our own) denied thy Might. When we are ought or nothing, be thou all; That thy wide glories the whole world may fill, Or in our conquest or inglorious fall. Thou know'st with what regret I suffer ill, From those whose good's the scope
〈♫〉〈♫〉 of all my will. The ills they force me to inflict, I bear; And in their punishments, my own embrace. Victor or vanquish'd, since a double share Of certain suffering doth my hope dis∣place, Grant me a double portion of thy grace.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 LOrd thou who beauty canst return To them
〈♫〉〈♫〉 that mourn; And the disguis'd pretext of Art, To truth convert; O let us not by shews beguil'd, Seem pure without, within defil'd. Within, where most deform'd we are, Be our first care: Then with clear eyes, the Church, we may, And State survey. Our hearts, our spirits, Lord, re∣new, That we thy dictates may pursue.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 Upon our foul disorders, bred By them who (led With rage) to purge us under∣tooke, With pitty looke. Quench thou the fire that Factions raise, From Reformations specious blaze. As their division, Lord, proclaims Their weak bad aims; So let us (in those fires refin'd) In love be join'd; From passions freed: blest with
〈♫〉〈♫〉 increase Of inward vertue outward peace.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 THou Lord who by thy wise Decree, Dost our contingency dispose; Make me thy constant mercies see, In the advantage of my foes. Thou canst their Counsells turn away, And their de╌vi╌ces ru╌i╌nate: Who all my secrets
〈♫〉〈♫〉 open lay, To worke me in my peoples hate. To thy Omniscience I repair, Witnesse with my integrity, How false the wrested Comments are, Which they to what I write apply. The ill, directed by their aim To me, so turn up∣on their head, That they may be involv'd in shame, And with confusion overspread.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 THou who all souls, all conscien╌ces dost sway, To thee I look dismaid; To thy protection I commit my way, Thou who my life didst aid, Still in my weak∣nesse canst thy strength display. A fierie Pillar in darke nights to me, And with
〈♫〉〈♫〉 thy light direct, In scorching daies a cloudy Pillar be; And with thy shade protect. O let me find both sun and shield in thee. My life I was not by perversnesse wrought To hazards thus t'expose, But Reason, Honour, and Religion taught To guard my self from those, Whose impious force to wrest them from me sought.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 THou that alone art infinite In good, and greatnesse; dwel'st with me. Weigh'd with thy presence, life is light, Thy service perfect liberty: Own me for thine, I cannot but be free. As I am man, with reason blesse; With Zeal as Christian, Right as
〈♫〉〈♫〉 King. Of outwards stript, let me possesse Thee in the joyes that from thee spring; Which gainst my will no force can from me wring. Let not my passion over╌boyle, To fruitless rage, or fordid fear; They think him helpless whom they foyle: But let thy chearfull light appear, And secure freedom shall my glories cleer. Befitting my afflicted
〈♫〉〈♫〉 state, A patient constancy bestow. My strength and hopes are dissipate, My self imprison'd by the foe: O be not far, lest they too mighty grow.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 TO thee my solita∣ry prayers I send, The help that others my distress deny, With
〈♫〉〈♫〉 thy assistant spirit Lord supply. To dulness life, light to my darkness lend. Thou Sun, that beams of righteousness dost spread, Thou sa∣cred spring of heavenly light and heat, Both warmth and clearness in my heart beget, In∣struct, and for thy servant intercede. Fullness, sufficience, savour, thee array; Enough thou comfort art, and company. Thou art my King,
〈♫〉〈♫〉 my Priest and Prophet be; Rule, teach, pray, in me, for me, with me stay. Jacob, who singly did with thee contest In sacred duell, thee his Second had: He conquer'd, and a blessing (by thy ayd) From thee, with wel∣come violence did wrest. With mercy on thy servant be intent, Who his devotions once with them did joyn, Whose servour might
〈♫〉〈♫〉 inflame the cold of mine; When to thy House with joy and peace we went.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 MY God, my King, in∣cline thine eare; My cry, to thee directed, hear. Incens'd, I said, we from thy care Are cast. Yet thou receiv'st my prayer. Thy rigour who can satisfy?
〈♫〉〈♫〉 But to thy mercies Sinners fly. Lord I ac∣knowledge my offence, Dilated in my e╌mi∣nence. The sinns I act, or do permit By unimproved power, acquit. Rebellious I to thee became, Now, prisoner to my Subjects am. Yet though restrain'd my person be, By Grace enlarge my heart to thee; Though David's pi╌e╌ty I want, His griefs I have;
〈♫〉〈♫〉 his comforts grant
〈♫〉〈♫〉 LOrd, thou sacred unity, In an undivided Trine, Those combin'd in mercy see; Whom thy justice doth disjoin. Save me from dissenting foes, Who my prayers and pity need; And each other now oppose, Though to fight with
〈♫〉〈♫〉 me agreed. All discording parties guide To the peace from which they stray, Whilst they serve or court a side, Not the voice of Law obey. Make me willingly to go Where thy providence will lead: And the change of things be╌low, In thy constant presence read. Make me by thy skillfull hand, Such as thou wouldst have me be; Then waft me safely
〈♫〉〈♫〉 to that land, Where peace e╌ver dwells with thee. Spare our Cities (Lord) impure Through their wealth and plenty made; In their multi∣tude secure, By security betrai'd.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 THou that fill'st Heaven and earth, O King of Kings, In whom no death, whence life
〈♫〉〈♫〉 eternal springs. Who canst our souls unto the yawning Grave, Justly condemn or mer∣ci╌ful╌ly save. Better be dead t'our selves, in thee survive; Than rob'd of thee, and to our selves a╌live. O let the bit╌ter means that a∣gravate My fall, thy comforts in my soul di∣late. If thou art with me, fear shall not as∣sail Though I should walk along death's shady
〈♫〉〈♫〉 vale. Weak mortall man may with his fate contend, But 'tis thy grace must strength to vanquish lend. Thou know'st, as man, what 'tis to dye, with me, Teach me by Death to live, my God, with thee.