A song of deliverance for the lasting remembrance of Gods wonderful works never to be forgotten. Containing in it the wonderful defeat of the Spanish-Armado, anno, 1588. the woful plague, anno, 1603. soon upon the entrance of King James of famous memory, unto the Crown of England. : With the discovery of the Povvder Plot, anno, 1605. and the downfall of Black Fryers, when an hellish crew of papists met to hear Drury a popish priest, anno 1623. Also the grievous plague anno, 1625. with poems both Latin and English, and the verses of that learned Theodore Beza.
Wilson, John, 1588-1667.
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The Introduction from out of the XXXI. of Deuteronomy, where God chargeth Moses to make his Song

BEhold thou shalt with thy fore-Fathers sleep,
As for this People, [whom thou art to leave
"They will not long my Testimonies keep,
"Though now they seem to them so fast to cleave]
"But they will rise up [after thou art gone,
"To scorn my word, and trample it upon]
"After the Gods a whoring will they run,
"Of the strange People which are in the Land,
"Whither they are to take possession,
["And them amongst to fix their wandring band.]
"Me will they cast away, (and are so weak)
"My [holy Cov'nant, made with them to break.
"Then shall my wrath against them kindled be,
"Even in that day [my fury shall be hot,]
"Them I'l forsake, that have forsaken me,
"And hide my face from them that me forgot.
"And they shall of their foes be eaten up,
"Tasting of heavy woe and bitter cup.
"So that themselves shall be inforc't to say,
"In midst of sorrow [came not all these woes,
"On us, because our God is gone away,
"Mong us no longer to have his repose?]
"I will from them in hiding hide my face,
"That evils-all, and other Gods embrace.
"Now therefore write you, for your selves, this Song,
"Which thou mayst teach the Isralytish fry,
"Putting the same into their mouth, [and tongue]
"That it for me 'gainst them may testifie;
"For I will them into the Country lead,
"By Oath unto their Fathers promised,
Page  [unnumbered]"[The Country,] which with milk and hony flows,
"Where, having eat their fill and waxen fat,
"Vnto strange Gods they will their heart dispose,
"And worship them [upon their faces flat,]
"But me they will contemptuously provoke,
"Breaking my Cov'nant, [casting off my yoke.]
"And it shall be, when many evils-sore
"Shall them befall, and make them much complain,
"This Song shall witness, [if there were no more,]
"(In mouth of all their Seed still to remain)
"That I foreknew, what's in their heart or hand
"Before I bring them to the promis'd Land.
Who so would see this song of heav'nly choice,
Penn'd by that holy Shepherd, Isrells guide,
And sweetly uttered with a swan-like voyce,
When here his Soul no longer might abide;
Let him unto that holy Fountain goe,
From whence such streams do plentifully flow.
Nor shall he need to think his time mispent:*
For what is there to Israel committed,
Hath a more large and general extent,
And to our present times may well be fitted.
Now is that wall of separation own,
Now that is ours, which then was their Renown.
And oh that in their holy Name alone,
And other graces, we did them succeed
Oh that their falshood and rebellion
Had not in us like bitter root and breed!
Oh that by their Example we might see,
Such thoughts, such deeds, such sorrows how to flee.
For us another Canan is provided
Far better: better milk, and better honey.
We look our Spirits should ere long be guided,
To Heav'n it self, where without price or money,
We shall enjoy what here we may but tast,
A joyful-blessed life for aye to last.
Oh then! what manner ones should we be here?
And how refin'd should be both life and heart?
Not 〈◊〉 this world, but like our Country dar,
Where none but holy ones have any part.
Page  [unnumbered]We need not fear these Cananites to follow▪
Who be all perfect, none unsound or hollow.
Yee that in Sion are secure, awake;
Yee that do waver in a Sea of doubt,
How long wil't be, ere the right way ye take,
Halting no more, or compassing about?
Or God, or Baal, Christ, or Masse adore;
Choose which you will: serve one, but halt no more.
Remember who it is that witness bare,
"Even that Amen the witness true and sure,
"Who made all Creatures to be what they are,
"I know thy works [they cannot proof endure]
"Thou art not cold, nor art thou hot enough,
"I would thou wert key cold, or hot in love.
"Sith then that Luke-warm is the frame and mold
["Which all this while after all my cost,]
"Thou hast attained; neicher not nor cold
["So that my labour seems to be but lost,]
"I am resolv'd, [Consider what I say]
"Out of my mouth to spew thee quite away.
Oh heavy doom, how can we chuse but tremble!
"We say we're rich, and full, and nothing need:
"But God knows all; [he knows how we dissemble]
"Poor, wretched-Caytises, without sight or weede;
"Buy then of him, gold, Robes, and Ointment bright,
"Rich, cloth'd, to make us; and of clearer sight.
Then shall we see the end of all his Threts,
[That he an holy awe might keep us in;]
And why his naked glittering Sword he whets,
[That we might well repent us of our sin;]
And why he doth such strange deliv'rance send,
[That we might praise him, and our lives amend.]
This very end it was that moved me,
(Though not so fit, to undertake the Taske,)
To frame this Song, or Story (as you see)
(Be sure the liquor's good, what ere the caske.)
For here, as in a glass you may behold,
The works that God hath wrought, some new, some old.
Page  [unnumbered]Yet none so old, but young men may remember
The farthest works that here I shall recite,
Have they been hid as under heaps of ember?
Now will I take them up into the light.
Indeed they are not hid, but men are blind,
And loth to call the works of God to mind.
For diverse worthy ones with faithful pen,
Have writ the most that I am writing here,
Calling to th' praise of God, unthankful men
(Which might their Souls unto his grace endeer)
But oh! how few do prize such godly pains,
Or reap unto themselves such profer'd gains?
Yet will I venture; all are not alike;
God will have prayses (for they be his due,)
A silly rod the stony Rock may strike,
A silly Song forgotten works renew.
If men be mute, then babes; if babes, an Asse
Or else the stones, shall bring Gods will to pass.
And if you'l have me tell you all my heart,
'Tis not my hope (yet would I not presage)
That men will take my plainness in good part.
But come, ye children, ye of tender Age,
This unto you I write, and thus in Verse,
That ye might best conceive, learn, and reherse.
Come Children, hearken and consider well,
Gods Word will teach you best, but works withal
(Such works as I shall very plainly tell)
Will teach you how with fear on God to call.
Thou Lord, which dost the little ones affect,
Let this poor Song thy little ones recall.