On the Most High and Mighty Monarch
King JAMES the II.
His Exaltation on the Throne of ENGLAND.
Being an Excellent New SONG.
To the Tune of, Hark! the Thundring Canons Roar.
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HArk! the Bells and Steeples Ring!
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Health to JAMES our Royal K.
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Heav'n approves the Offering
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Resounding in a CHORUS;
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Let your Sacrifice aspire,
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Richest Gums Perfume the Fire,
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Angels, and the Sacred Quire
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Have led the way before us.
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Through loud Storms & Tempests driv'n,
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This wrong'd Prince to Us was giv'n,
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The mighty James, preserv'd by Heav'n
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To be a future Blessing:
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The Anointed Instrument,
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Good Great CHARLES to Represent,
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And fill our Souls with that Content,
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Which we are now possessing.
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[3]
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Justice, Plenty, Wealth and Peace,
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With the Fruitful Lands Increase,
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All the Treasure of the Seas,
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With Him to Us are given.
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As the Brother, Just, and Good,
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From whose Royal Fathers Blood,
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Clemency runs like a Flood,
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A Legacy from Heaven.
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Summon'd young to fierce Alarms,
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Born a Mars in midst of Arms,
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His good Angel kept from Harms,
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The Peoples Joy and Wonder;
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Early Lawrels Crown'd his Brow,
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And the Crowd did Praise allow,
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Whilst against the Belgick Foe
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Great Jove imploy'd his Thunder.
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Like Him none e're fill'd the Throne,
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Never Courage yet was known
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With so much Conduct met in One,
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To claim our due Devotion;
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Who made the Belgick Lyon Roar,
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Drove 'em back to their own Shore,
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To humble, and Incroach no more
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Upon the British Ocean.
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[6]
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When poor Holland first grew Proud,
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Sawcy, Insolent, and Loud,
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Great James subdu'd the boyst'rous croud,
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The foamy Ocean Stemming;
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His Countreys Glory, and its Good
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He valu'd dearer than his Blood,
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And rid sole Soverign o're the Flood,
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In spight of French or Flemming.
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When He the Foe had overcome,
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Brought them Peace & Conquest home,
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Exil'd, in Foreign Parts to Roam,
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Ungrateful REBELS Vote Him:
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But spite of all their Insolence,
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Inspir'd with God-like Patience,
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The Rightful Heir, kind Providence
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Did to a Throne promote Him.
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[8]
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May Justice at his Elbow wait,
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To Defend the CHURCH & STATE,
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The Subject, and This Monarchs Date,
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May no Storm e're dissever:
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May he long Adorn this Place,
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With His Royal Brothers Grace,
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His Mercy, and his Tenderness,
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To Rule this Land forever.
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