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Beinecke Library - Michell-Jolliffe
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The Poor Mans Prayer
for Peace, in these sorrowful Times of Trouble.
OR,
Poor Englands Misery in this time of Distress.
It is for our Sins as we do understand,
That all this great trouble doth lye on this Land
This Innocent Blood may make us all start,
God bless us hereafter we take not a part
Our great God of Heaven and our gracious King,
Let us serve and obey in everything.
To the Tune of Game at Cards.
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POor Englands sorrows this many a year
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has made us much to stand in fear,
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This twenty years and more I say
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we have had suspition of this day
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Our sins are got so very high
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let us to God sor mercy cry,
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That all our trouble they may cease
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And England may enjoy true Peace.
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What though the times be very cross
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it's for our Sins we must confess
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Let us serve God and obey the King
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observe Gods word in everything:
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And keep no Rebellion in our Heart
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that is the thing makes England smart
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And pray all our trouble, etc.
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Every morning when we rise
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with Heart and Mind let us devise
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To call one God and fall to Prayer
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to bless our doing everywhere.
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Take not so much Gods Name in vain
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for that we greatly are to blame.
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And pray all our troubles they may cease
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And England may enjoy true peace.
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The Western Parts have suffered most
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by Enemies that came on their Coast
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But blessed be the God of might
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that fought the Battel for the right
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But if we trust in God near fear
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he will defend us everywhere.
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And pray, etc.
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LEt's not distrust in God at all
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he can defend both great and small
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We need not fear what Man can do
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if our God be not our Foe
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It is our sins causes all this Woes
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that makes so many their lives lose
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And pray all our troubles they may cease
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And England may enjoy true Peace.
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Let us repent and call on God
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then hee'l take off his heavy Rod,
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And spare us for his mercies sake
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innocent Blood does make us quake.
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There be Widdows we do fear
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and many a Fatherless Child this year.
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Pray that our troubles they may cease,
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That England may enjoy true Peace.
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Keep a good Heart and never fear
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and work with patience ne'r despair
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We have a God if we him trust
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will not forsake us for he is just.
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Rely upon him that is Divine
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let us keep from evil and ne'r repine
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And pray, etc.
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Poor Englands Sins as you may see
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that causes this difference here to be,
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There's but one way that we can have,
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and one true way our Souls to save,
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I am sorry that our English Men
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has no more persevance of the same.
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And pray etc.
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I have no more to say on this
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I pray God mend all that is amiss
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And God bless our King and Kingdom too
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that he his Enemies may subdue.
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And God bless us all then every way
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that Gods and the Kings Laws we may obey
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And pray our Troubles they may cease
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That England may enjoy true Peace.
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That we the right way may persue
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lets keep from swearing drunken crew
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For swearing drunkards do excell
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that damn themselves and Souls to Hell
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Children as soon as they can speak
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will swear 'twould make one's Heart to ake,
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Then let us pray and ne'r rebel,
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And by the grace of God we shall live well,
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FINIS.
Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden-Ball in Pye-Corner.
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