The Protestants Prayer:
BEING
Their hearty Wishes for the Prosperity of Their Majesties Fleet at Sea, and likewise Their
Land-Forces, that our Foes may be put to Flighs, and these Three Kingdoms flourish
again in Peace.
The Tune is, The Touch of the Times. Licensed according to Order.
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LET Protestants now with true Courage advance,
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In time we shall blast all the Glory of France,
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And that the proud Tyrant Lewis shall see
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A common Disturber of Europe is he,
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But if the kind Heavens will Fight on our side,
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In time we shall pull down his insolent Pride:
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Then pray that the Lord by a powerfull Hand
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Will preserve the Great Fleet and the Army by Land.
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King William and Mary, our Sovereigns they
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I hope long may flourish the Sceptre to sway,
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In spite of the French and the Irish too,
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And all that belongs to the Bloud-sucking Crew,
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Who caused those many Commotions of late,
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Who strove to overthrow both Church and State:
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Then pray that the Lord will for Protestants stand, etc.
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Our Case it is Righteous, and therefore we hope
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We fear not the French, the Turk, Devil, or Pope;
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For what though their Malice and Envy may burn,
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If we from our Sins in this Nation will turn,
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The Lord to his People will be a strong Tower,
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And keep them from harm by his Heavenly Power:
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Let's pray that he will for the Protestants stand, etc.
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I hope we go forth with the Fear of the Lord,
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And therefore a Blessing he will us afford,
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And walk in the midst of the Camp while we Fight,
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And put all our Enemies to the flight,
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Though we may be weak his Power is strong,
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And while he Fights for us none can do us wrong:
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Then pray that the Lord will for Protestants stand,
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To bless the Great Fleet and Army by Land.
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The French and the Irish would fain run us down,
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And do their endeavour to Conquer the Crown,
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And bring the True Protestants under their Yoke,
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But Heavens will send Rome so fatal a stroke,
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That shall give them cause their hard Fate to bemoan,
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While Angels from Heaven will guard the bright Throne
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Then pray that the Lord will for Protestants stand,
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To bless the Great Fleet and Army by Land.
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Though Lewis of France he may vapour and boast,
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We fear not the Strength of his strong Armed Host,
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Who threatens this Nation and Land to devour;
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They can do no more than the Lord give them power:
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Such Protestant-Courage I hope they will find,
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That shall make them flye like Chaff before the Wind:
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Then pray that, etc.
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The French-men no manner of pity afford,
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Both Women and Children they put to the Sword,
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And Cities with Fires they often do Burn,
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And the poor Inhabitants naked they turn,
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Starving abroad, while with hunger they dye,
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Whose Bloud to this day doth for loud vengeance cry:
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This Tyrant much longer I hope will not stand,
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If God bless the Fleet and Army by Land.
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Now when the Irish Land do Reduce,
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We will set all our Protestant Prisoners loose,
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Who now in dark Dungeons, and Prisons do lye,
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Expecting each hour by Murder to dye:
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But Forces is Landed with brave Major Kirk,
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And valiant Count Solmes who will finish the Work:
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Then pray that the Lord will for Protestants stand, etc.
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There is brave London-Derry long time has besieged,
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Untill at the length they were forced and oblig'd
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To feed upon Horse-flesh, so great was their Grief,
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But the gallant Major did send them Relief,
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And there is fresh Forces now Landed likewise,
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Which will both the French and Tories surprize:
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Then pray that the Lord will for Protestants stand,
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To bless the Great Fleet and Army by Land.
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