And must the sword this
2Which of these
factions shall this kingdom
3Great God, look on their pride and hear their boasts;
4Declare thy self alone the
Lord of Hosts;
5Confound their plots and cursed imagination
6That have almost destroyed this church and nation.
7For blood they thirst: O, let them be
8In one another’s, that have
9With tears sad widows’ and poor orphans’ eyes;
10Be deaf to
theirs, as they were to their cries.
11As in their
height they mercy ne’er would know,
In their extremes no mercy to them show.
13But in that dismal, black, and bloody
14Give all thy
chosen ones their life, I pray,
15And let our longing eyes behold, restored,
king, whose loss hath been
17So long by us. O, let him rest above
providence, and in the
orb of love
19Let all his actions move, as in his youth;
20And let them turn upon the
poles of truth.
Time’s fair virgin daughter pen his story,
22Whilst Grace conducts him to eternal glory;
23And then, when total nature is dissolved,
24Let him and
his in glory be involved;
25And on all those that do
thy Israel love,
26Let peace, and truth, flow on them from above.