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<HEAD><HI>SCOTLANDS</HI> THANKSGIVING TO THE LORD FOR HER Armies &s;afe, joyfull and pro&s;perous returning from <HI>England.</HI></HEAD>
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<L>Le&s;t be the living LORD, Who reignes above</L>
<L>To <HI>Scotland</HI> who hath &s;hown &s;uch &s;ignes of love:</L>
<L>And <HI>Maugra</HI> ravenous <HI>Rome,</HI> and &s;pitefull <HI>Spaine,</HI></L>
<L>Kept us abroad, and brought us &s;afe againe</L>
<L>Unto our native &s;oile, with &s;ongs of joy,</L>
<L>Foyling our foes, who would us all de&s;troy.</L>
<L>Who would have look'd when fir&s;t we march'd ov'r <HI>Tweid,</HI></L>
<L>So long, and well, in <HI>England</HI> we &s;hould &s;peid,</L>
<L>Curbing all tho&s;e did threat us to with&s;tand,</L>
<L>And feeding on the be&s;t fruits of their Land,</L>
<L>Having Chri&s;ts word, and &s;acraments in peace,</L>
<L>And puritle, in &s;uper&s;titions Place,</L>
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<L>Returning with &s;uch credit, joy, and fame,</L>
<L>And ble&s;&s;ings great, which no pen can proclaime.</L>
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<L>Seing our Princes &s;weet and gracious face,</L>
<L>And fea&s;ting with contentment; with his grace,</L>
<L>Foes gna&s;ht their teeth, &s;o ble&s;t a day to &s;ee,</L>
<L>When <HI>Scots</HI> (who traitours were proclaim'd to be)</L>
<L>Now counted are be&s;t &s;ubjects, by our KING,</L>
<L>Which joyes our hearts, above all earthly thing.</L>
<L>Ble&s;t <HI>Augu&s;t,</HI> joyful le&s;t month of all the year,</L>
<L>In thee we march'd ou'r <HI>Tyne,</HI> and did reteir,</L>
<L>With joyfull hearts, and &s;ongs of endle&s;&s;e prai&s;e</L>
<L>To GOD, who hath us ble&s;t, in all our wayes,</L>
<L>GODS <HI>I&s;rael</HI> no moe marvelous &s;avours &s;and</L>
<L>Nor we brave <HI>Scots,</HI> into a &s;trangers Land,</L>
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<LG TYPE="couplet">
<L>They marvels great did find from GOD mo&s;t hie,</L>
<L>But all were worlds of wonders, we did &s;ee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ah wretched vipers, to your native foile,</L>
<L>Who would have wi&s;hed your countries final foile,</L>
<L>Who can paint out your woes, &s;in, &s;hame, and &s;corne,</L>
<L>By GOD, your King, and all true <HI>Scots,</HI> forlorne.</L>
<L><HI>Rome</HI> hing thy head, thy helli&s;h plots are gone,</L>
<L>And bailfull Bi&s;hops, your bad change bemone,</L>
<L>Your dririe traine no help from <HI>Laud</HI> can find,</L>
<L>And by Sainct <HI>Peters</HI> chaire, is left behind,</L>
<L><HI>New ca&s;tle, Durrhame,</HI> and you to wnes by Ties</L>
<L>Kiep, what you heard from us, and &s;aw with eyes,</L>
<L>Return not to your wonted dregs of <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>Left you be cur&s;'d, and dolefull be your doome,</L>
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<L>And one day we to your ju&s;t condemnation</L>
<L>Bear witne&s;&s;e of your breach of prote&s;tation.</L>
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<LG>
<L>LORD ble&s;&s;e our wy&s;e, and valiant Generall,</L>
<L>Our Nobles, Cavaliers, and &s;ouldiours all,</L>
<L>Who for Chry&s;ts cau&s;e, and their dear Coantreys good</L>
<L>Devoted honours, life, name, meanes and blood,</L>
<L>Fame (tymes eternall herauld) &s;hall proclaime</L>
<L>To ages all your never dying Name.</L>
<L>Cur&s;d be tho&s;e helli&s;h &s;prits (who hence &s;hall move)</L>
<L>Sturs us among; to break the bonds of love.</L>
<L>England farewell, LORD plant his truth in thee,</L>
<L>That thou with us, in peace and puritie:</L>
<L>May wor&s;hip GOD, and hate that man of &s;in,</L>
<L>Who&s;e brood too long hath <HI>Britane</HI> breath'd within:</L>
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<L>Welcome &s;weet <HI>Scotland,</HI> who is like to thee:</L>
<L>Pay GOD thy vowcs, &s;o ble&s;t thou &s;till &s;hall be.</L>
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<L>LORD ble&s;&s;e our good, our great, and gracious KING,</L>
<L>That long in thir three Kingdomes, he may reigne,</L>
<L>And that his feed, the &s;cepter &s;till may &s;way</L>
<L>While Titan cea&s;e, to rule the gli&s;tring day,</L>
<L>That grace, and peace, may flouri&s;h in our Land,</L>
<L>And ble&s;t <HI>Astrea</HI> have the &s;ole command,</L>
<L>That they Who love <HI>Sions</HI> felicitie,</L>
<L>His Coun&s;ellours, and Courtiers may be,</L>
<L>LORD from his throne all Para&s;its remove,</L>
<L>And firebrands <HI>Sion</HI> hare, that <HI>Rome</HI> do love,</L>
<L>So he the ble&s;&s;ed King who reignes on earth,</L>
<L>That ages all, &s;hall blaze his fame, and worth:</L>
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<L>GOD &s;hall be honour'd, and thir Kingdomes three</L>
<L>Shall ble&s;&s;e the time, they did King CHARLES &s;ee.</L>
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<CLOSER><DATELINE>Hadingtoun, <DATE>Augu&s;t. <HI>28, 1641.</HI></DATE></DATELINE> <SIGNED>M. Patrick Hamiltoune Mini&s;ter at Cambu&s;lang.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>in the yeare that our Armie came heer 1641.</P>
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