Zion in distress, or, The sad and lamentable complaint of Zion and her children…

ZION. No, stay a while; I shall delivered be From his fierce wrath, and cruel tyranny. ⟨p. 8⟩When the set time is come, I fully know I shall delivered be, as Truth doth show; For he that sitteth in the Heavens doth scorn At this great Rebel; for his Son that's born Heir of the World, and Prince of Kingdoms too, Shall surely •eign, because it is his due: For God hath promised that his Son shall have The C•own, the Kingdom, and the Sceptre brave: Nations shall serve him; Kings that have abhorred His Name, shall pay him homage, as their Lord: To JESUS all shall bow; he shall be King, And to poor Zion shall Redemption bring. Wherefore my Children, I do say again, Do you not stir; he hath some time to reign: Him to destroy, it is beyond your skill; Your Wisdom and your Strength is to fit s•ill, Till his long months be out, yea, the last hour, None can consume or take away his power. To suffer still it is for me appointed, Till some to do this Work shall be anointed With Gods good Spirit, that most holy Oil; And then they shall this cruel Beast quite foil. Your present work is therefore for to pray, To be prepared for that blessed Day. Be therefore ready, for the time draws near When he shall fall; of this you need not fear. But since I see you active fain would be, Revenge your selves, I give you liberty, On one which a long time my Foe hath •in; If you would know his name you shall, 'tis Sin▪ Arise now, kill and slay; upon him fall; A worser Foe I've not among them all. Spare not; it's he which always doth oppose Both you and I, and all that with Christ close. Until he is beat down, I shall not rise, Nor be delivered from my Enemies. ⟨p. 9⟩Because of Sin my very heart doth ache, And much of this complaint doth therefore make. For it is Sin, together with the Devil, That is the cause of all my present evil. O strive against them in Gods holy power, And give no place to them not for an hour. Besides them and the Beast, there is the Whore, Some wrongs I must impute unto her score; For she doth call my Children Heretics,, Fanatics, also, for by such her tricks She keeps the World in such blindness, that so There's very few that do my Children know: She takes from them their Souls most precious food, Because they can't partake with her vile brood: Besides, of her I have cause to complain, For she hath many of my Children slain;