Great Brittains GLORY,
OR, The Protestants Confidence in a Free Parliament.
How many Evils did attend
this drooping Land of late;
To which I hope they'l put an end,
and settle Church and State.
The Tune is, Touch of the Times, etc.
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LEt all Honest Protestants merrily sing,
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For to your great comfort, glad tydings I bring,
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To cheer up the Spirits of every Soul,
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Who did on the Sorrows of Brittain condole;
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The brave Prince of Orange is come to subdue
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The Fryers, a[n]d all the whole Jesuit Crew,
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And Crown the whole Nation with perfect Content,
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In having the choice of a free Parliament.
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Sound Men of undoubted Integrity,
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Will use their endeavour the Nation to free.
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From that slavish Yoke which we justly did fear,
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Which Rome wou'd have lain upon Protestants here;
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But having a Valiant and Renowned Prince,
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Who venters his Life in the Kingdoms defence;
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Then let's be united in Love and Content;
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And we shall be blest in this free Parliament.
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Some Time-serving Persons were trusted of late,
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With more than was reason in matters of State,
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As being Ambitious of Fame and Renown,
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They strove for to trample our Liberties down;
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Yet while they did exercise this insolence,
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We did not dare speak in our own just defence;
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But now to our Comfort and perfect Content,
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We hope to blest in the free Parliament.
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The Jesuits thought it would never be day,
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While here they did bear such an absolute sway;
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They frown'd on the Protestants, cursing the Test,
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But now at the last comes the cream of the Jest,
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Brave Orange he brought in an Army and Fleet,
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Which made the poor Jesuits forc'd to retreat,
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And some that are taken to Prison are sent,
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And trembles for fear of a free Parliament.
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Our Charters was taken away when they pleas'd,
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And the Learned Bishops unworthily seiz'd,
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And hurried to Prison like Criminals then,
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But God in his Mercy restor'd them again;
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Now those that for Honour the Laws over-rul'd,
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In process of time will be plaguely School'd;
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Alas! it will then be too late to repent,
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We being all bless'd with a free Parliament.
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All places of Trust was committed to those,
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Who then was the Churches implacable Foes,
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And daily they acted contrary to Law,
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To keep the poor Protestants always in Awe,
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But Heaven was pleased in mercy to send,
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A brave Prince of Orange to be our good Friend,
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Then let us receive him with Joy and Content,
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And we shall be blest with a free Parliament.
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This vast undertaking may Chronicl'd be,
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If that we consider it in each degree,
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He came to this Nation for Protestants good,
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And Conquer'd without the effusion of Blood;
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A thing never known in all [a]ges before,
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But God would in mercy in People restore;
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Then let us endeavour of sin to repent,
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And we may be blest in a free Parliament.
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The French King in wrath he does threaten us still,
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And if such a Tyrant might have his will,
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The Protestants he would soon Sacrifice,
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By bloody strange tortures which he wou'd devize;
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Then let us all pray the Lord may be our guide,
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Then Brittain may pull down this Tyrants great pride,
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And England may flourish with Joy and Content,
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And blest in the choice of a free Parliament.
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Since the Prince of Orange is come to our aid,
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We hope soon to flourish and have a good Trade;
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Let us be united like true Christians all,
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And then our Enemies hopes will be small;
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There's none but Divisions that ever can wrong
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These Protestant Nations, to which we belong;
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Let's all be united in Love, by Consent,
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Then shall we be blest in a free Parliament.
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The Papists now wishes they may not agree,
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They always desire distraction to see;
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But being all Protestant Members, ne'er doubt,
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But they will be careful here how they fall out;
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Let Heavenly blessings fall down like a Dew,
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Upon the great Prince, and the Parliament too,
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And we may enjoy here Peace, Love, and Content,
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And blest in the Protestant free Parliament.
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