Distressed Sion Relieved Or, The Garment of Praise for the Spirit of Heaviness. Wherein are Discovered the Grand Causes of the Churches Trouble and Misery under the late Dismal Dispensation. With a Compleat History of, and Lamentation for those Renowned Worthies that fell in England by Popish Rage and Cruelty, from the Year 1680 to 1688. Together with an Account of the late Admirable and Stupendious Providence which hath wrought such a sudden and Wonderful Deliverance for this Nation, and Gods Sion therein. Humbly Dedicated to their Present Majesties. By Benjamin Keach |
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An Hymn of Gratitude and Thankfulness.
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An Hymn of Gratitude and Thankfulness.
I do not in a lofty strain
Strive to revive Great Hectors Glory;
Nor the all-conquering Pagan Train,
Whose acts recorded are in Story;
Nor is it our Great Williams Fame,
Who came, and saw, and overcame.
Strive to revive Great Hectors Glory;
Nor the all-conquering Pagan Train,
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Nor is it our Great Williams Fame,
Who came, and saw, and overcame.
Nor any of those Worthy Nine,
Nor Alexanders Great renown,
Whose Deeds were thought almost Divine,
When Victory did his Temples Crown;
But 'tis the Praise of God I sing,
Who hath wrought Wonders by our King.
Nor Alexanders Great renown,
Whose Deeds were thought almost Divine,
When Victory did his Temples Crown;
But 'tis the Praise of God I sing,
Who hath wrought Wonders by our King.
My Heart and Tongue, shall both rejoice,
Whil'st England sings Triumphantly,
And with a loud melodious voice,
Doth laud the name of God most High;
O 'tis his praise; That Holy One
That I must magnify alone.
Whil'st England sings Triumphantly,
And with a loud melodious voice,
Doth laud the name of God most High;
O 'tis his praise; That Holy One
That I must magnify alone.
My Heart is warm'd whil'st I proclaim,
The praises of the God of wonder,
My lips shall glorify his name
Whose voice is like a mighty Thunder;
I'll bless him, for 'tis he alone
Has vacated, and fill'd the Throne,
The praises of the God of wonder,
My lips shall glorify his name
Whose voice is like a mighty Thunder;
I'll bless him, for 'tis he alone
Has vacated, and fill'd the Throne,
Whose Feet are like to burning Brass,
Whose Eyes are like a flaming Fire,
Who bringeth wondrous things to pass,
Him I adore, him I admire;
What changes hath he suddenly,
Made in Great Brittains Monarchy?
Whose Eyes are like a flaming Fire,
Who bringeth wondrous things to pass,
Him I adore, him I admire;
What changes hath he suddenly,
Made in Great Brittains Monarchy?
My Soul and Pen shall both express
The Praises of Great Judahs Lion,
The sweet and fragrant Flower of Jess,
The Holy Lamb; The King of Sion;
For He it is, and he alone
Has vacated and fill'd the Throne,
The Praises of Great Judahs Lion,
The sweet and fragrant Flower of Jess,
The Holy Lamb; The King of Sion;
For He it is, and he alone
Has vacated and fill'd the Throne,
Whose Head is Whiter than the Snow,
That's driven with the Eastern Wind,
Whose Visage like a Flame doth show,
Confining all, yet unconfin'd.
Tis He who Marvels wrought of late,
To save a sinking, bleeding State.
That's driven with the Eastern Wind,
Whose Visage like a Flame doth show,
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Tis He who Marvels wrought of late,
To save a sinking, bleeding State.
Ye praise his name, who hath made known
The Man to us, he fixt upon,
To save us from the envious frown
O'th' bloudy Whore of Babylon,
In Righteousness, Oh! let him Reign,
That nothing may his Glory stain.
The Man to us, he fixt upon,
To save us from the envious frown
O'th' bloudy Whore of Babylon,
In Righteousness, Oh! let him Reign,
That nothing may his Glory stain.
For this great subject of my Verse,
Though discontented subjects should
Refuse Gods praises to rehearse,
The Hills, the Rocks, and Mountains would
Make his deserved Praises known
For Wonders here so lately shown.
Though discontented subjects should
Refuse Gods praises to rehearse,
The Hills, the Rocks, and Mountains would
Make his deserved Praises known
For Wonders here so lately shown.
You twinkling Stars, which day and night,
Do your appointed circuit run,
Sweet Cynthia in thy monthly flight,
Also thou bright and flaming Sun,
Who to the Earth Gods blessing bring;
Do you Great Brittains mercies sing.
Do your appointed circuit run,
Sweet Cynthia in thy monthly flight,
Also thou bright and flaming Sun,
Who to the Earth Gods blessing bring;
Do you Great Brittains mercies sing.
That all Gods Foes both far and near,
Who Tyrannize and haughty be,
May all be smitten with great fear,
And meet the like Catastrophe,
As those who lately in this Land
Declar'd, Their will should us command.
Who Tyrannize and haughty be,
May all be smitten with great fear,
And meet the like Catastrophe,
As those who lately in this Land
Declar'd, Their will should us command.
Let all men know; The Power Divine
Is absolute, and that alone,
None ever 'gainst him did combine,
But they were surely overthrown.
'Tis He pulls down, and sets up too,
And who dares say, What dost thou do?
Is absolute, and that alone,
None ever 'gainst him did combine,
But they were surely overthrown.
'Tis He pulls down, and sets up too,
And who dares say, What dost thou do?
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