Sion

WHo instrumental in that work shall be; Read well the sacred Scriptures, you may see Rev. Esa. Jerom. And since the matter you do understand, It brings me comfort on the other hand: As 'twas foretold in sacred Scripture story You are inlightn'd with the Angels glory; As for my Children who before did live, Light from this Angel they could not receive. My Children brought forth in the latter dayes, Shall do great matters to Jehovah's praise. I see some good men do desire to know The time when they this Whore shall overthrow; I cannot blame them for this very thing, To the whole World it will much glory bring. Then shall the Gospel through the Earth be spread And Men instead of Husks shall seed on Bread; God's Worship shall its freedome then enjoy, Rome's Locust then shall you no more annoy. There shall be then a wonderful increase Of Sion's glory and of Israel's peace; Then shall my Children in sweet consort sing Anthems of joy to the Eternal King. No names then of Distinction more shall be, But speak one Language all they shall agree In peace and oneness and blest Harmony. But to reply to what you have requir'd, At present you must keep your selves retir'd Make no attempts until the Lord on high, Does give you strength this Babel to defie. You now do seem to lie as persons dead, As being unable to erect your head: But then you shall appear to be alive, The Spirit of the Lord shall you revive: God hath (I know) set down the time exact, When hee'l begin this strange and dreadful Act, To the confusion of your Enemies. When God shall call his Witnesses to rise; Then from the Heavens, they shall hear a voice, Which shall make all their spirits to rejoyce. Then shall they have so evident a call, That they straight way shall on this Strumpet fall. With patience therefore wait upon the Lord, Until his saving strength he doth afford: To him you are to make your supplication, For from him only is my expectation. O sigh with me, and in your Spirits groan, And send strong crys up to his gracious Throne: Give him no rest till, (in those glorious days.) Of all the Earth, I'm made the only praise. And I'll lift up my voice to God on High, And make my moan to him, and thus will cry.