God's call to England, for thankfulness after gracious deliverances

Had it not been a Destruction none like unto it? Had not Rome out-done its former Cruelties? Had not this dreadful day been a None-such? Come, and see. What should you have seen? Had this Design been perfected, you had seen or heard, if alive, innumerable Troops of frightful Warriors, fierce in Countenance, more in Carriage, breaking forth, like the Plunderers of Troy from that fatal Horse, from the Bowels of our Land: You had seen the disguising Visors of dissembling Friends thrown off, and the distinguishing Mark of the Beasts company, worn by thousands of our unsuspected Inhabitants: You might have seen the multitude of profane ones turn Popish, and the Neutralists become absolute Papists: You might have seen an astonishing Force of foreign Idolaters admitted to enter our English Coasts by the treacherous hands of mercenary Subjects: You might have seen the horrid Instruments of undreaded Death brought from their unsearched ⟨p. 104⟩hoards, ready to be proved on thy own body. Ah, dreadful day, none like it! When those unthought-of Enemies had shown themselves in warlike postures, armed with invincible Power, winged with speedy Fury, resolved with undaunted Courage, assisted with large Auxiliaries; what then had been the Work? Come and see. Then had the Streets been dyed with a Sea of Crimson-blood, the Channels ran down with the Lives of massacred Christians: Then had our bolted doors in nocturnal silence been forcibly opened, and our sleepy Bodies dragged from their resting Beds, and butchered by cruel hands: Then had our mangled Carcasses been strewed in our peaceless Streets, to be trampled on like dirt by our Foes: Then had our Weapons, prepared for our defence, been murdering pieces for our Enemies service: Then had there been some fleeing in amaze, some fighting in confusion, some turning out of fear, some tortured for not turning. Oh, black and gloomy day! Then had our stately Buildings become a Prey to the fiercest of Elements, as well as we to the fiercest of Men: Then had the desire of our eyes been ⟨p. 105⟩taken away with a blow, we our selves not escaping: Then had the noise of bitter Lamentation, though nothing prevailing, been heard in our Streets; the Shrieks of the wounded piercing our hearts, the sight of the Dead amazing our spirits. Oh, what had they done? Come and see. How had the places of shelter been places of greatest dangers!

Had it not been a Destruction none like unto it? Had not Rome out-done its former Cruelties? Had not this dreadful day been a None-such? Come, and see. What should you have seen? Had this Designe been perfected, you had seen or heard, if alive, innumerable Troops of frightful Warriors, fierce in Countenance, more in Carriage, breaking forth, like the Plunderers of Troy from that fatal Horse, from the Bowels of our Land: You had seen the disguising Vizards of dissembling Friends thrown off, and the distinguishing Mark of the Beasts company, worn by thousands of our unsuspected Inhabitants: You might have seen the multitude of profane ones turn Popish, and the Neutralists become absolute Papists: You might have seen an astonishing Force of forreign Idolaters admitted to enter our English Coasts by the treacherous hands of mercenary Subjects: You might have seen the horrid Instruments of undreaded Death brought from their unsearched