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<HEAD>Great Brittains Arlarm to Drow&s;ie Sinners in De&s;tre&s;s</HEAD>
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<P>Being a Rule for all &s;orts of people to follow in the&s;e di&s;tracted and dangerous Times: Shewing the Judgements which hang over our heads for Sin, and the way by Repentance, to avoid the &s;ame. Very good and nece&s;&s;ary for all &s;orts of people to peru&s;e.</P>
<L>All you that do this Larum hear,</L>
<L>Strive to live well, and God to fear.</L>
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<OPENER>The Tune is, Aim not too high.</OPENER>
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<L>ROu&s;e up dull Sinners all with one accord,</L>
<L>With prayers &amp; tears now call upon the Lord,</L>
<L>Security hath lull'd us fa&s;t a&s;leep.</L>
<L>When as we have mo&s;t cau&s;e to mourn and weep.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Remember Man, thy time it is but &s;hort,</L>
<L>Then of the &s;ame thou &s;hould'&s;t not make a &s;port;</L>
<L>Lea&s;t thou by &s;udden death be &s;natcht away,</L>
<L>To give account at the great Iudgement-day.</L>
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<L>Whil&s;t thou in prime of youth do&s;t &s;pend thy days,</L>
<L>And take&s;t plea&s;ure in thy wicked ways:</L>
<L>Be well advis'd, and think upon thy doom,</L>
<L>That young and old mu&s;t all to judgement come.</L>
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<LG>
<L>So &s;oon as in the morning you awake,</L>
<L>Vnto your Lord by Prayer your &s;elves betake:</L>
<L>Then to thy labour fall if thou art poor,</L>
<L>And God will ble&s;s thy basket and thy &s;tore.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Defraud no man although thou <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="indecipherable" EXTENT="1 letter"> be in want</L>
<L>But be content, although thy &s;tock be &s;tane,</L>
<L>For goods ill gotten will con&s;ume away,</L>
<L>And leave a Cur&s;e that will remain for aye.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Vnto thy hone&s;t Neighbours &s;till be kind,</L>
<L>And &s;ure therein great comfort thou &s;halt find</L>
<L>A friend will &s;tick when Riches they are gone,</L>
<L>Therefore endeavour to provide for one.</L>
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<LG>
<L>If thou art ble&s;t with Children at the board,</L>
<L>Be &s;ure you bring them up to &s;erve the Lord:</L>
<L>And for a portion God he will provide.</L>
<L>And give a ble&s;&s;ing to their Souls be&s;ide.</L>
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<L>A Child ill-natur'd proves a grievous Cur&s;e,</L>
<L>His wicked cour&s;es will offend thee wor&s;e:</L>
<L>A twig will bend when it is young and weak,</L>
<L>But being old and &s;tubborn it will break.</L>
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<L>Flye from all &s;in, as from a Serpents &s;ting,</L>
<L>Much harm to Soul and body it will bring:</L>
<L>VVhen &s;inful plea&s;ures are blown o're and pa&s;t,</L>
<L>Then grief and &s;orrow doth remain at la&s;t.</L>
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<L>VVhat plea&s;ure hath the Drunkard in his wine,</L>
<L>To make him&s;elf far wor&s;e than any Swine:</L>
<L>His wealth con&s;umes away, if wealth he have,</L>
<L>And &s;urfeits &s;ends him to his loathed Grave.</L>
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<L>He that on Harlots &s;pends his gold and pelf,</L>
<L>He neither values credit nor him&s;elf:</L>
<L>Vntil di&s;ea&s;es brings him to his end,</L>
<L>And then it is too late for to amend.</L>
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<L>The Swearer he doth damn his Soul in vain,</L>
<L>No benefit thereby that he doth gain:</L>
<L>So that he doth fulfill his ba&s;e de&s;ire,</L>
<L>He never thinks of Hells eternal fire.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The &s;in of Pride among&s;t us is too rife,</L>
<L>VVho &s;hould exceed in bravery is the &s;trife:</L>
<L>They do not think that one day dye they mu&s;t,</L>
<L>And then their Pride is laid within the du&s;t.</L>
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<L>The covetous Mi&s;er makes his Gold his God,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t others wants it, he doth plot and plod</L>
<L>To fill his Coffers what&s;oe're befall,</L>
<L>Vntil at la&s;t he gets the Devil and all.</L>
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<L>The&s;e are the &s;ins, be&s;ides a many more,</L>
<L>That brings Gods iudgements down upon us &s;ore</L>
<L>And makes him &s;mite us with his heavy Rod,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e we do offend our gracious God.</L>
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<L>Lord turn thy wrath away from us again,</L>
<L>Lea&s;t under thy di&s;plea&s;ure we remain:</L>
<L>For thy fierce anger we have felt of late,</L>
<L>Yet it does not our hanious &s;ins abate.</L>
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<L>With Plague and Fire we have &s;uffered &s;ore,</L>
<L>And now with Wars our Land is vexed more:</L>
<L>The&s;e judgements for our &s;ins the Lord doth &s;end,</L>
<L>And wor&s;e may come, unle&s;s our lives we mend.</L>
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<L>For ble&s;t be God, no Famine we have felt,</L>
<L>The Lord hath mercifully with us dealt:</L>
<L>But if we once provoke his wrath again,</L>
<L>We may have cau&s;e for hunger to complain.</L>
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<L>Once more, I &s;ay, O &s;inners now awake,</L>
<L>And all your hanious &s;ins in time for&s;ake&punc;</L>
<L>Who knows but that the Lord will hear our prayer&punc;</L>
<L>And &s;hew us mercy for unfeigned tears.</L>
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<L>And let each one that reads what here is pen'd,</L>
<L>Strive night and day their lives for to amend:</L>
<L>That God in mercy all our Souls may &s;ave,</L>
<L>When as we fall into the &s;ilent Gra<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">e.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksbys</HI> at the Harp and Ball in <HI>Pye-Co<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ner,</HI> near <HI>We&s;t Smithfield.</HI></P>
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