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<HEAD>To his Highne&s;&s;e Oliver Cromwell, Lord High Protector of <HI>England, Scotland,</HI> and <HI>Ireland.</HI></HEAD>
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<L>THou Lord of Ho&s;ts, that guide&s;t Sea and Land,</L>
<L>Out of thy love direct my heart and hand,</L>
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<L>His Theam to write, that <HI>Englands</HI> Helm doth &s;teer,</L>
<L>In thought, in word, and deed keep him &s;incere:</L>
<L>Such honor as thou giv'&s;t him here in love;</L>
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<L>His glory let it far exceed above,</L>
<L>In Paradi&s;e, where true joys ever dwell,</L>
<L>Give him that Crown, that earthly Crowns excel.</L>
<L>His place is very high, his thoughts keep low,</L>
<L>None but his Maker let him truly know;</L>
<L>Ev'n all but Chri&s;t, let him count dro&s;s and dung,</L>
<L>So fix his mind, his faith may grow more &s;trong;</L>
<L>Send Angels ble&s;t, to fetch him to his friend,</L>
<L>Even when his daies by natures cour&s;e &s;hall end.</L>
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<L>O Engli&s;h hearts, advance your thoughts on high,</L>
<L>Land now expre&s;s to him that rules the Sky,</L>
<L>In that he doth all errors foul di&s;pel,</L>
<L>Vile horrid devilli&s;h Tenents (broacht) from hell:</L>
<L>Each one extol and prai&s;e the living Lord,</L>
<L>Rightly ruling all Nations by his Word.</L>
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<L>Call friend to mind the danger we were in,</L>
<L>Rai&s;ed by &s;ome, who lately did begin</L>
<L>Out of <HI>Sauls</HI> zeal, the Clergy to expel,</L>
<L>Mingling the Go&s;pels truth, with Doctrines fell.</L>
<L>Well may the Tribe of <HI>Levi</HI> now rejoyce,</L>
<L>Even from the heart, that God hath made a choice,</L>
<L>Lifting up one, a <HI>Nehemiah</HI> &s;tout,</L>
<L>Lewd projects of <HI>Sanballats</HI> crew to rout.</L>
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<L>Lord of thy &s;elf, (its not of our de&s;ert)</L>
<L>Out of me<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">r lover to take poor <HI>Englands</HI> part,</L>
<L>Rai&s;ing a <HI>Cromwell,</HI> Gods cau&s;e to defend,</L>
<L>Dreadful to tho&s;e who would Chri&s;ts Church &s;till rend.</L>
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<LG>
<L>His happy entrance I do remember,</L>
<L>In the tenth moneth it was, cold December;</L>
<L>God gave him power in zeal our hearts to warm,</L>
<L>Him&s;elf with Councel, us to &s;ave from harm.</L>
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<L>Protect Lord, (protect) our Lord Protector,</L>
<L>Rai&s;e his thoughts, t' affront the &s;lie projector:</L>
<L>On <HI>Sions</HI> good, let him &s;till &s;et his joy,</L>
<L>Their downfal &s;eek, who &s;eek her to de&s;troy:</L>
<L>Even as King <HI>David</HI> &s;till had help from God,</L>
<L>Contrive &s;o (Lord,) to &s;ettle his abode,</L>
<L>That Sacred truth may flouri&s;h, errors fly</L>
<L>Out of this Commonwealth perpetually.</L>
<L>Right &s;o <HI>Amen, Amen</HI> from heart &s;ay I.</L>
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<L>Of mercy Lord, ble&s;s <HI>Englands</HI> Commonwealth,</L>
<L>Fence it from Forreign and Dome&s;tick foes;</L>
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<L>Even to all in it give &s;oul-&s;aving health,</L>
<L>Nor ever let them ca&s;t of endle&s;s woes:</L>
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<L>Give <HI>&V;rim</HI> and <HI>Thummim</HI> to the Clergy,</L>
<L>Like Trumpets &s;hrill, to &s;ound aloud thy prai&s;e:</L>
<L>Al&s;o us joyn in holy Unity,</L>
<L>Not only now, but 'during all our daies.</L>
<L>Death will approach, there's none that knows how &s;oon;</L>
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<L>Shall we then trifle out our precious time?</L>
<L>Call'd many be (by death) e're it be noon,</L>
<L>O <HI>Jacobs</HI> ladder let's begin to clime;</L>
<L>That &s;o our &s;ouls the Heavens may a&s;cend,</L>
<L>Like Chri&s;t our Saviour, who is gone before;</L>
<L>As &s;oon as death our fleeting daies &s;hall end,</L>
<L>None may us &s;tay from joys for evermore.</L>
<L>Deal gently (Lord God) with thy people all,</L>
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<L>As &s;uffer bondage under Turk or Pope;</L>
<L>None can them free but thou, from careful thrall</L>
<L>Deliver tho&s;e, who on thee fix their hope.</L>
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<L>I notice give to all of <HI>Levies</HI> Tribe,</L>
<L>Right to us now, &s;tands our Lord Protector;</L>
<L>El&s;e we might droop, for &s;ome both &s;coff and gibe.</L>
<L>Laugh at us too, ah! poor &s;oul neglector;</L>
<L>And thankle&s;s &s;hall we be unto our God:</L>
<L>No; who of all &s;hould prai&s;e him more then we?</L>
<L>Doth he not mind to &s;ettle our abode?</L>
<L>Decree (though) &s;ome would all our mi&s;erie.</L>
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<HEAD>Po&s;t&s;cript. Ergo,</HEAD>
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<L><HI>Cantemus Deo canticum,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Qu&ograve;d nos non &s;umus mi&s;eri,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cantemus Deo canticum,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Qu&ograve;d omnes &s;umus liberi.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Qu&ograve;d omnes &s;umus liberi,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cantemus Deo canticum,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Qu&ograve;d nos non &s;umus mi&s;eri,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cantemus Deo canticum.</HI></L>
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<L>And that ye may this under&s;tand,</L>
<L>And with me all in joy accord,</L>
<L>The Lord hath by his mighty hand,</L>
<L>Quite overthrown the threatning Sword.</L>
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<L>Clean overthrown the furbu&s;ht Sword,</L>
<L>The Lord hath by his mighty hand,</L>
<L>Then in a P&s;alm let us accord,</L>
<L>For &s;aving us, and eke our Land.</L>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>Your Highne&s;&s;e in all dutiful ob&s;ervancy, and Chri&s;tian-like humility, <HI>John Lineall,</HI> Mini&s;ter and Preacher of Gods Word, yet now hath nei|ther place nor maintenance, being aged 66. years.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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