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<FIGDESC>depiction of king and queen with battle scene in background</FIGDESC>
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<HI>ENGLANDS Great DELIVERANCE, OR</HI></HEAD>
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<L>Great <HI>Britains</HI> Fears and Tears in Joy Compleated,</L>
<L>The Popes great Hopes, Prie&s;ts, Monks, and all Defeated.</L>
<L>Our Noble King and Queen God's Agents were,</L>
<L>Then God pre&s;erve Them, as he &s;ent Them here.</L>
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<L>WHen this mo&s;t Noble Kingdom, <HI>Britain</HI> Great&punc;</L>
<L>Lay Langui&s;hing, in a deplored State.</L>
<L>When <HI>Popery</HI> had almo&s;t got the Day,</L>
<L>And <HI>Peeter's</HI> bore, &s;o great a Sovereign Sway.</L>
<L>When Rooms black Locu&s;ts, (&s;ent by Pope and Devil;)</L>
<L>Were Plotting, Hatching and Contriving Evil.</L>
<L>When Pope and Devil, &s;o united were,</L>
<L>With tho' mo&s;t Helli&s;h, Cruel, Cut-Throats here.</L>
<L>When their de&s;ign'd Gurs'd Ma&s;&s;acre drew nigh,</L>
<L>The very Time, for our Mortality;</L>
<L>When all their Traps were Set, all put in Order,</L>
<L>As if no Arm of Fle&s;h could &s;top the Murder.</L>
<L>When Hundreds dreaded, every Night their la&s;t,</L>
<L>Though Guards for &s;afety, up and down were plac't.</L>
<L>When on the very Brink we Tottering &s;tood,</L>
<L>Then, Then, the God of Mercy (for our good,</L>
<L>Beholding their Dark, Helli&s;h Murtherous Ends,)</L>
<L>His Holy Angel, &s;traight to <HI>Holland</HI> &s;ends,</L>
<L>To &s;tir the Heart up, of that Noble PRINCE,</L>
<L>To Land an Army here, for our Defence&punc;</L>
<L>And to Incite our Noble <HI>Prote&s;tants,</HI></L>
<L>To joyn with them, to Help in all their Wants.</L>
<L>Then to Defend us, and put them to Shame,</L>
<L>This brave Heroick PRINCE of <HI>Orange</HI> came</L>
<L>He and his Men prevail'd, 'cau&s;e God had &s;ent them;</L>
<L><HI>Rome's</HI> Darlings fail'd, becau&s;e God did prevent them.</L>
<L>God &s;ent this <HI>Hero,</HI> to Defend our Cau&s;e;</L>
<L>The Pope &s;ent them for to pervert our Lawes.</L>
<L>God &s;tood for us, when they were hatching Evil:</L>
<L>God &s;ent the Prince, they &s;ent by Pope and Devil.</L>
<L>They could not-Fight, but fled, 'cau&s;e God did &s;care them,</L>
<L>Ju&s;t like the <HI>Syrians,</HI> when no Army near them.</L>
<L>They fled for Fear, not hurt at all; and why,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e from Heaven, God view'd their Villainy.</L>
<L>Smiting their Murtherous Hearts, with Dread and Terrour,</L>
<L>Which may convince all Cut-Throats of that Errour.</L>
<L>Then Judge you <HI>Papi&s;ts,</HI> had your Cau&s;e been good,</L>
<L>God would have Help't you, and you would have &s;tood.</L>
<L>But God abhor's your Whore, and for that Thing,</L>
<L>He &s;ent that Noble Prince, now <HI>Britains</HI> King.</L>
<L>To &s;top your Treacherous Plots from going further,</L>
<L>Your Ma&s;&s;acres; or your Religious Murther.</L>
<L>We al&s;o Hope, God will put from his Throne,</L>
<L>That Antichri&s;t, that Whore of <HI>Babylon.</HI></L>
<L>His wickedne&s;s, for Holine&s;s he hath none,</L>
<L>For Holine&s;s belongs to God alone.</L>
<L>How dare's then, that Seven Headed Scarlet Bea&s;t,</L>
<L>Pre&s;ume that Title, to be God-like grac't,</L>
<L>Doth he not dread Heavens Vengeance to begin,</L>
<L>Fir&s;t on him&s;elf, pretending Pardons for Sin.</L>
<L>Can he Pardon others, for a little Pelf,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Power is too weak to pardon Him&s;elf.</L>
<L>Can he pardon Sins, pa&s;t, pre&s;ent, and to come,</L>
<L>To Rogue or Whore, that Bribes him with a Sum,</L>
<L>But to the Poor, who nothing have to give,</L>
<L>They in their Sins, mu&s;t Dye as well as Live.</L>
<L>So then, by this the Rich are only Ble&s;t,</L>
<L>And of the Poor this Mon&s;ter makes a Je&s;t.</L>
<L>Yet to declare his Charity and Glory,</L>
<L>He grants them time to &s;tay in <HI>Purgatory.</HI></L>
<L>Until &s;ome of that Crew, (being met together)</L>
<L>Pray's them from thence, to go, they know not whether.</L>
<L>Blind Block-Heads, is your Ignorance &s;o great,</L>
<L>That you can't &s;ee this Grand Religious Cheat.</L>
<L>Come, Come, we've now, a Noble King and Queen,</L>
<L>both <HI>Prote&s;tants,</HI> &s;eldom in <HI>England</HI> &s;een.</L>
<L>Whom God hath &s;ent, to be our Faith's Defenders,</L>
<L>In &s;pite of Pope and all his fal&s;e Pretenders.</L>
<L>They will not &s;uffer <HI>Babels</HI> Whore to Reign,</L>
<L>They hate your Rubbidge, and your Prie&s;ts di&s;dain,</L>
<L>They hate your fal&s;e Religious Murtherous Zeal,</L>
<L>Your Plots and Trea&s;ons, God will &s;till reveal.</L>
<L>Then ope' your Eyes, and &s;ee your Horrid Cheat,</L>
<L>And be converted, er'e it be too Late.</L>
<L>Be of our Faith, then we &s;hall all affect You,</L>
<L>Then will our Noble King and Queen protect You.</L>
<L>For to protect us, God hath &s;ent them hither,</L>
<L>Both to pre&s;erve our Faith and Chu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">ch together&punc;</L>
<L>Then God pre&s;erve our Noble King and Queen</L>
<L>From Plots and Trea&s;ons, and from <HI>Romi&s;h</HI> Spleen.</L>
<L>And Grant that we may our Lives Amend,</L>
<L>And &s;erve the Lord our God unto the End.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>T. S.</SIGNED>
<DATELINE><DATE><HI>April</HI> the 6th. 1689.</DATE> This May be Printed R. MIDGLEY.</DATELINE></CLOSER>
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<P>LONDON, Printed for <HI>John Newton,</HI> near the <HI>Sugar <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">oaf</HI> in <HI>Bell-Alley, Coleman &s;treet,</HI> 1689.</P>
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