The True
Protestants Contemplation:
CONTAINING
Serious Thoughts of the miraculous Deliverance from the intended Invasion: As
likewise the preservation of his Majesties person from the Malice of bloudy Conspirators.
To the Tune of Sefautian's Farewell. Licensed according to Order.
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LEt all Men God's Mercies admire,
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whose gracious Love has preserved this Land,
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From those which did in private conspire,
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by Plots to bring in a vast armed Band;
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Here to annoy, and clearly destroy
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Our Laws, Lives and Liberties which we enjoy:
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But let us own, that God alone,
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He hath our Enemies clearly overthrown.
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When alas! we thought of no danger,
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but all things seemed right safe and secure,
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Our own Natives invited a Stranger,
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to blast the Gospel Religion so pure:
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Tyrant Monsieur, was invited here
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At which the whole Kingdom was startl'd with fear;
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But God alone defends his own,
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He hath our Enemies clearly overthrown.
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This great Plot was clearly discover'd,
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which they invented to ruine us all,
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On the Seas our Enemies hover'd.
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in hopes our Navy would be at their Call;
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As it was said, this Land to invade,
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And then the whole Kingdom in bloud had been laid:
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But God alone defends his own,
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And he hath our Enemies clearly overthrown.
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Those sad Doubts not many days lasted,
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altho' they came with a passionate heat,
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The Design was suddenly blasted,
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and their great Navy burnt, scatter'd and beat:
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Thus we indeed, were suddenly freed
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From those that did threaten to make the Land bleed
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Thus God alone defends his own,
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And he hath our Enemies clearly overthrown.
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Likewise Nobles in the French Pallace,
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from when the blackest of Plotters do's spring,
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Hired three Men, fraighted with Malice,
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to murther William our Sovereign King
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In Flanders; where, his Forces they are,
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But these bloudy Villains were caught in the Snare;
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Thus God alone defends his own,
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While those that conspire, etc.
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Tho' by Plots they still are confounded,
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and often brought to a Scaffold or Tree;
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Where they are with sorrow surrounded;
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why, yet this Folly they never will see:
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But run the Race, which leads to the place,
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Where they shall expire in shame and disgrace:
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For God alone, defends his own,
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While Traytors and Ruffians are, etc.
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Has our God defended this Nation
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from all our Enemies mighty and strong;
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Let us pay him all adoration
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to whom alone do's all Glory belong:
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Since from above, by infinite love,
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So soon he our sorrows and fears did remove:
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O let us own, 'tis he alone,
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That suffers the mighty Men to be overthrown.
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Let our King be daily defended,
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with Angels guarded where-ever he goes,
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From false Friends which much Love has pretended
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and likewise from his implacable Foes:
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With Laurels crown, his head of Renown,
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That he all his Enemies may trample down;
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By Sea and Land, let him command,
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Whilst Lewis against him dare never lift his hand.
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