Of melting Sorrow, Care and Grief,
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Who came to yield the Land Relief,
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When we were in a Mourning State,
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And threatn'd by proud Rome of late.
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His Courage soon dispers'd our Fears,
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And wip'd away our weeping Tears;
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By yielding us Relief from Rome,
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Preparing was our fatal Doom.
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A Friend he was to us indeed,
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A Friend that came in Time of Need,
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To Work our great Deliverance,
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Curbing th[e] growing Pride of France.
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But now by Death he's snatch'd away,
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What will United Princes say?
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When this sad Tydings they receive
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How will they Sigh, Lament and Grive?
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They'll want his Conduct in the Field,
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They'll want his Counsel which did yield
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The best Directions for the Work,
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To Overcome the Christian Turk.
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But G[o]d was pleas'd to call him hence,
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In his due time to Recompence,
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His Labours with a Glorious Crown
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Which cannot shake, nor tumble down.
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Where with his Queen he does reside;
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And since they both are Glorify'd
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Let us not Sigh nor Weep in vain,
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Our Loss is there eternal Gain.
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Freed from the Troubles of this Life,
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Nay, Wars and all contenteous Strife,
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In Region of Eternal Rest,
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Where nothing can their Peace molest.
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And having run the human Race
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Behold through God's especial Grace,
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The Princes Ann their Place Supplies,
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Lord, Counsel her, and make her Wise
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To Govern well in Church and State:
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May ever Blessed Angels wait
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Upon her Royal Majesty,
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That Blessings may her Portion be.
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