The Stormy Judgments
OR,
The Tempestuous Wind.
With an Account of the great Damage done by the High
Winds, both by Sea and Land; on Friday Night and
Saturday Morning, being November the 26th. 1703.
Tune of, Our Saviours Birth,
Licensed according to Order.
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AWake awake ye drowsy Sinners all,
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and hear the stormy Winds that on you call,
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Here's blustring Boreous thro' the Land did fly,
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Which frighted thousands that on Beds did lye.
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This storm about one of the Clock begun,
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With thundring Noises ore our Heads did run,
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Whilst women screeking in their Beds with fear
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Cry'd Husband rise and save our Children dear.
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From one till Daylight did this storm Remain,
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Sometimes with gusts upon the Houses came
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That like to Cradles they rock'd to and fro,
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whilst wretched Sinners knew not where to go.
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The Houses of their Tyles the Wind did strip
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The Lead from Churches to the Winds did rip
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Nay ruffled up & many yards was blown,
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Such winds before in England nere was known.
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Trees of vast bigness were blown down likewise
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And many hundred on the Ground now lies,
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So furious were the stormy Winds that night
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They all by Land or Water did affright,
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There was an East India Ship lay near Black-wall,
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[A]nd in these boysterous Winds were ruin'd all
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[T]he Ship turn'd so the Keel was upward sound,
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And all the Seamen to alass were Drown'd.
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Nay several Ships are cast away pray mind,
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And several shatter'd by this blustring Wind,
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And many Seamen on the Waves did float
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And could have no relief by Ship or Boat.
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This Hurricane more dammage to has done
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Then all the Battle since the War begun,
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Besides the loss of Coliers as they say
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There's many of them likewise cast away.
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And that which further doe's our grief renew,
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Our Royal Queen was in great danger to,
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For by the blustring winds the Bricks did fall.
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But Heaven preserv'd Her from those dangers all.
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Tho by the fall of Chimneys up and down
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There's many one was killed in this Town
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Husbands & Wives, Children that suck'd the brest
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were knock'd ith Head as they were taking rest.
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A Watchman at St. Clements did declair,
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Sure Evil Spirits then were in the Air,
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For ore the Houses he a Horse did spy,
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Cross Blackamore Street in the Air to fly.
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That we may be from future Judgments free,
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Pray let each Christian fall upon his Knee,
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And Pardon beg for all Offences done
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which may present great Judgments for to come.
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For without doubt tis for our Sins, therefore
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Let us Repent that we may never more
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Have Judgments on ourselves thus for to fall,
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Least Vengeynce should in time destroy us all.
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Therefore let us for Mercy beg and Grace,
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That we at longth may see ehat Heavenly Place
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That's free from all the troubles here below,
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So Heavens grant at length it may be so.
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