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The second Hymn, being an imperfect Narrative and Confession to Gods glory, of what he hath done for us in the late Ingagement; how little we have merited the mercies vouchsafed, and how merciful GOD hath been to both Nations.
  
  
  
  
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The second Hymn, being an imperfect Narrative and Confession to Gods glory, of what he hath done for us in the late Ingagement; how little we have merited the mercies vouchsafed, and how merciful GOD hath been to both Nations.

[Lord, in a publick Meeting, I, this day]

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Lord, in a publick Meeting, I, this day
Have joyn'd, a Sacrifice of thanks to pay;
And, being warmed at the common fire,
(By what external notions could inspire)

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To perfect that which is begun,
(And ought in duty to be done)
I, now withdraw into my heart,
To speak to thee, who therein art;
And learn, how, I may to thy praise,
So sanctifie my words and wayes,
That henceforth, they may more conduce unto
Thy glory, then they heretofore could do.
Oh! let my Meditations be
Made acceptable unto thee.

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For Victory confer'd, we prais'd thy Name;
We hear, our foes have likewise done the same.
And doutless, whosoever lost or won,
To thee, are praises due for what is done;
Yea no less praise for what is lost,
Then that, for which we triumph most;
The one our pride may elevate,
The other, humble us for that
Which was mis-acted, or mis-spoke;
For, thou, who heed of both hast took,
So graciously, oh Lord, hast shar'd betwixt
Both Nations sweet with bitter intermixt,
That, no man, this day duly keeps,
Save he, who therein sings and weeps.

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For all Transactions, which concern in gross
Our publick, or our private gain or loss,
(And which unto our knowledge, fame doth bring,
Well-weigh'd) gives cause, no less to weep then sing.
The good successes we have had,
Abate some fears, to make us glad;
The hopes, which those events do give
(Of what we willingly believe)

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So high our expectations rear,
As if we were above all fear.
But, when we hear the many Lamentations
For loss of Limbs, Lives, and belov'd Relations,
To sadness all our Joy it turns,
And he who much rejoyced, mourns.

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A final Conquest is not yet obtain'd;
That, rarely with one Victory is gain'd:
For, they who lose at first, at last may win,
By mending faults, with which they did begin.
And they who did at first prevail,
Find, oftentimes, their hopes to fail:
Because to trustless things they trust,
Or else, employ to feed their Lust,
That which thy Majesty intends
Should strengthen them to better ends.
When, therefore most Victorious we appear,
Let us rejoyce, but with a trembling fear;
Lest, when the rowling wheel shall turn,
We who rejoyce, find cause to mourn.

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Thou art but little pleas'd (if ought at all)
To see us triumph, when our foes do fall;
Especially, when they (though ours they be)
Are thy known enemies, no more then we.
To be our GOD, we thee profess;
They (to our knowledge) do no less.
We say, our trust is in thy Name;
They may as truly, say the same.
Their sins are many; we are sure
(Or may be) that ours are not fewer.
We have not yet, our hopes at full enjoy'd;
Nor are their expectations quite destroy'd;

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To praise thee therefore, we and they,
Are equally oblig'd this day.

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VVe say the Dutch to us ingrateful be;
Our Conscience tells us we are so to thee.
They with our Nation cruelly have dealt;
Our inhumanity thy Saints have felt.
Their Avarice makes them oppress;
Ill husbandry and idleness,
Have made our wayes as grievous prove,
To those who seek for peace in love.
And we, and they, pursue the course,
Most likely to make bad things worse.
Then, Lord, which of us justly can expect
That our Contests should have a good effect?
Or, that the one should have a place
Above the other in thy Grace?

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Had it so pleased thee, thou at first shock
Both Earthen Pitchers mightst have justly broke;
But they (as if they had been made of leather)
Are only bruis'd, by being knock'd together:
VVhich, in meer love to us and them,
Thou didst vouchsafe to give us time,
VVith more advisement to take heed,
VVhat, by Contention, will succeed;
Lest both before their Quarrels end,
Be broke like pots, which none can mend.
Lord, were there but that Mercy, and no more,
In that which we pretend to praise thee for,
It merits from this and that Nation,
An everlasting Thank-Oblation.

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For, in this Mercy, unto both extended,
Are very many Mercies comprehended,
So complicated, one within another,
And, to thy Judgments linked so together,
That, if we could be brought to learn,
How, they both Nations do concern;
To what each Judgment doth direct,
What every Mercy might effect;
What we should seek, what we should shun,
And, what ought timely to be done;
The wisest men among us could not tell
Whether those things which us have pleased wel,
Or, that which grieves us most, shall best
Thy Loving-kindness manifest.

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The Trophies, which most men delight to raise,
As testimonies of a thankful Praise,
For what thou daign'st, are but a medly mirth,
Of wholsom simples mixt with coursest earth;
Or, with such noisom weeds as grow
Upon dunghils here below,
That to thy nostrils and thine eyes,
Offensive fumings vaporize,
Which do provoke thine Anger more,
Than many Errors heretofore:
And that which for thine Honour some pretend,
Is for their own praise, or a baser end;
Either to satisfie their Lust,
Or, praise false gods, in which they trust.

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My GOD, look not severely upon this,
Or on ought else that hath been done amiss;

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For no Oblation can from us proceed,
VVhich will deserve a favourable heed.
Some of our Offerings, now and then,
May beneficial be to men,
Or, to thy Saints on earth extend,
If we confer them to that end
For which they seem to be bestown,
(And in their welfare, seek our own:)
But, to advantage thee, the precioust thing,
Which, we to please, or to appease can bring,
Adds nothing: though thou pleased art,
With what comes from a faithful heart.

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Be mindful still, that we are flesh and blood,
Whence nothing can expected be that's good,
Till by his Cross it shall be mortifi'd,
Who, to redeem it from corruption, dy'd.
Remember whereof we are made;
That ev'n the best of us are bad;
Our seeming sanctified joyes,
Uncomly actions and rude noise,
Which make thy best beloved sorry,
Instead of adding to thy glory.
Oh! let hereof, a free unfain'd confession,
(A burnt Oblation made by true contrition,
And, hallow'd by Christs blood) purge hence,
All that which gives to thee offence.

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The more thou shalt inlarge our wealth and power;
Our selves, let us lay down so much the lower;
And, rather use them to unite together
In love, then in destroying one another.
He, in the best mode gives thee praise,
Who ordereth aright his wayes;

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Who, justifies thee in thy will,
By thereunto conforming still;
And brings to thee a contrite heart,
Ascribing thereto no desert:
This is, most gracious GOD, a sacrifice,
Which thou didst never (never wilt) despise;
And, such a sacrifice, I pray
Make that which I present this day

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Unfaigned thanks my heart returns to thee,
For that, which thou hast done, what e're it be,
Against, or for us: hearty thanks we owe
Both for what thou withholdst, and dost bestow.
Prosperity is no true sign
Who is a Favourite of thine;
Nor any one dost thou reject,
Whom frequently thou dost correct,
Unless he be more wilful far
Then frail, as very many are;
And whether thou dost give us wounds, or heal,
It will at last conduce unto our weal,
If we, (but as we may) persever
In contributing our endeaver.

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Two of thy greatest Plagues on us now lie;
The third is threatned, and seems very nigh:
Thy other Judgments also scatred are
So thick, through these three Kingdoms ev'rywhere,
That, by them, very few or none,
Have scaped, being seiz'd upon;
Or, being pincht, in what relates
Unto their Persons or Estates:
Yet, sin doth most men so besot,
As if thy frowns they feared not;

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And, are more zealous others to destroy,
Then, of the means their own peace to enjoy.
A madness, which worse plagues procures,
Than Pestilential Calentures.

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Arise, O GOD, advance thy Throne on high;
Thy self, let thine own actings glorifie.
Thy Justice and thy Mercy so unite,
That they may honour thee in all mens sight.
Rebuke those who delight in War,
And to thy Saints injurious are:
Give Peace to those who Peace affect,
And them from all their foes protect,
That Righteousness and Peace may hither
Return, and here still reign together.
Thy foes are now become exceeding strong;
Thy coming therefore, Lord, defer not long.
But, I have done; for thou with pow'r
Art coming, and wilt keep thine hour.

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Dear GOD, this petty sacrifice of mine,
Was took out of a Treasury of thine,
And, of mine own, I nought can thereto add,
Except my heart, which from thee too, I had:
Kept to thy self, now let that be,
And never left again to me;
Or wander thither, where it may
Unto the world be made a prey;
Or, by the temptings of the Devil,
Be drawn unto the love of evil;
Then this (and that, which I have heretofore,
To praise thee offer'd) thee shal praise much more,
Than many things, done, heard, and told,
In Temples deckt with Silk and Gold.