XI.

“Again the Lord did shake the Earth, While Christ was in the Tomb, When from the glorious Heavenly World A glorious Angel came. Behold there was at that same Time An Earthquake strong and great, Which made the Watchmen at the Tomb To tremble, shake and quake. Again when Paul and Silas was Once into Prison cast, And cruelly the Keeper had In stocks made their feet fast, Like the dear Children of the Lord, They to their Father sing, They praises sing unto the Lord Till all the Prison did ring. When lo! immediately there was A terrible Earthquake, Which made the whole foundation of The Prison-House to shake. The Doors fly open by its Power And now wide open stand, ’Till these dear Prisoners of the Lord Are loosed from their Bands. And thus we see in very Truth, This wondrous Work is done, By none but the eternal God, And Israel’s holy One. And that they’re tokens of his Wrath, O, let not one gain-say, For sure the Lord is much provok’d, When he speaks in this way. Be then excited, O, dear Friends With vigorous accord, And all the might and strength you have, To turn unto the Lord. For lo! on the last Sabbath day, The Lord did plainly shew, What in a single moment’s time He might have done with you. A solemn warning let it be, To all with one accord For their Souls precious Life to haste Their turning unto God. ······ “Perhaps you’ll think the Danger’s past That all is safe and sure Because the mighty God hath said He’ll drown the world no more. But, oh! consider dearest Friends, How vast his judgments are, And if you are resolv’d to Sin To meet your God prepare. Who hath his Magazines of Fire, In Heaven and Earth and Seas, Which always wait on his Command, And run where’er he please. If God the awful word but speak, And bid the Fire run, The Magazines together meet, And like a furnace burn. Above our Head, below our Feet, God Treasures hath in Store; And when he gives out his Command, The Volcano’s will roar. Amazingly the Earth will quake, The World a flaming be When God, the great, the mighty God Gives forth his just Decree. ······ “That man can’t be prevail’d upon Tho’ with our strong desire, To get prepar’d against the Day When all the World on Fire Shall burn and blaze about their Heads, And they no Shelter have; No Rock to hide their guilty Heads, No, nor no watery Grave. For Rocks will melt like Wax away Before the dreadful Heat, And Earth and Sea and all will flame In one consuming Heap. The Earth beneath abounds with Stores Of Oils and Sulphurs too, And Turfs and Coals, which all will Flame, When God commands the blow. The flaming Lightning which we see Around the Heavens run, Do livelily now represent The Conflagration. Those flaming magazines of God Have fire enough in store, And only wait their Lord’s commands To let us feel their power. When once receiv’d they then will run, They’ll run from Pole to Pole, And all the strength of Earth and Hell Cannot their power controle. Justly may we now stand amaz’d, At God’s abundant Grace, To think so base and vile a World Is not all in a Blaze; When far the greatest part thereof Are poor vile Infidels, Among the Christian part thereof Are sins as black as Hell.”

“In praising of the Holy Name, Of the Eternal God.”

“Behold the French and Spaniards rage, And people with accord Combine, to take away the life Of George, our sovereign lord. ······ “When George the first came to the throne, Their rage began to burn, And now they fain would execute The same upon his son. “Their hellish breast being set on fire, Even with the fire of Hell, Nor Love, nor charms, nor clemency, Can their base malice quell.” ······

“Let all that openly profess, The ways of Christ our Lord, Not spare to tell how much such things Are by their souls abhor’d. “Let every child of God now cry, To the eternal one, That George our sovereign lord and king May ne’er be overcome. “That all his Foes may lick the Dust, And melt like Wax away, That joy and peace and righteousness May flourish in his day.”

“From Rome the proud Pretender’s come Flush’d with conceits of Britain’s Crown, Imagining, poor silly Lad, Those glorious Kingdoms to have had, And all the churches of the Lord, They’ve roll’d in seas of Purple Blood; His grand commission from the Pope Was Fire, Faggot, Sword, and Rope, Or Boots, or Scourges, Cord and Whips, For all poor vile Hereticks.”

“They range about and seek for prey Nor spare aught comes in their way; They murder, steal, rob and destroy, And many a goodly Town annoy.”

“Which brave Prince William quickly hears And without any Dread or Fears, Pursues the Rebels in full chase, And lo, they fly before his Grace, Who still pursues and overtakes, And many a Highland captive makes. ······ The rest now fly, won’t stand to Fight, But back to Scotland make their flight. And there like Beasts who’ve furious grown They range about from Town to Town. ······ But Heaven beheld these bloody men, No longer now would bear with them, Inspires the Duke of Cumberland To take the work into his hand, To scourge this cursed barbarous Brood For all their Rapine, Stealth, and Blood. Away he goes, post haste he flies, To face the raging Enemies, To Scotland, where the wretches fled, When chas’d from Carlisle, full of dread, Where being come, his troops combine, And all in lovely Consort join, And strong Desires do now express, To slay these Sons of Wickedness. Great Joy and Gladness now was shown, When to the Folk it was made known That Cumberland, the brave, was come To save them from expected Ruin.”

“A church in which their stores did lay, They blow’d up ere they ran away,”

“But hard beset by British force They dare not stay, or they’d do worse; Some fly to mountains, some to dales, When all their hellish Courage fails. ······ Flying I leave them, ’till we hear The end of this most bloody war. ······ For which the thankful folk proclaim Thanksgivings to the Almighty name, And may we all now join with them, And to their Thanks join our Amen.”