On the Most High and Mighty Monarch King JAMES the II. His Exaltation on the Throne of ENGLAND. Being an Excellent New SONG.
To the Tune of, Hark, the Thundring Canons Roar.
[...]
[1]
HArk! the Bells and Steeples Ring!
Health to
JAMES our Royal K.
Heav'n approves the Offering
Resounding in a
CHORVS;
Let your Sacrifice aspire,
Richest Gums Perfume the Fire,
Angels, and the Sacred Quire
Have led the way before us.
[2]
Through loud
Storms &
Tempests driv'n,
This wrong'd Prince to Us was giv'n,
The mighty
James, preserv'd by Heav'n
To be a future Blessing:
The Anointed Instrument,
Good Great CHARLES to Represent,
And fill our Souls with that Content,
Which we are now possessing.
[3]
Justice, Plenty, VVealth and Peace,
VVith the Fruitful Lands Increase,
All the Treasure of the Seas,
VVith Him to Us are given.
As the
Brother, Just, and Good,
From whose
Royal Father's Blood,
Clemency runs like a Flood,
A Legacy from Heaven.
[4]
Summon'd young to fierce
Alarms,
Born a
Mars in midst of Arms,
His good Angel kept from Harms,
The Peoples Joy and VVonder;
Early
Lawrels Crown'd his Brow,
And the Crowd did Praise allow,
VVhilst against the
Belgick Foe▪
Great
Jove imploy'd his Thunder.
[5]
Like Him none e're fill'd the Throne,
Never Courage yet was known
VVith so much Conduct met in One,
To claim our due Devotion;
VVho made the
Belgick Lyon Roar,
Drove 'em back to their own Shore,
To humble, and Incroach no more
Upon the
British Ocean.
[6]
VVhen poor
Holland first grew Proud,
Sawcy, Insolent, and Loud,
Great
James subdu'd the
boyst'rous croud,
The foamy Ocean Stemming;
His Countreys Glory, and its Good
He valu'd dearer than his Blood,
And rid sole
Soverign o're the
Flood,
In spight of
French or
Flemming.
[7]
VVhen He the Foe had overcome,
Brought them
Peace &
Conquest home,
Exil'd, in Foreign Parts to Roam,
[...]Ungrateful REBELS
Vote Him:
But spite of all their Insolence,
Inspir'd with God-like Patience,
The Rightful
Heir, kind Providence
Did to a Throne promote Him.
[8]
May
Justice at his Elbow wait,
To Defend the CHURCH & STATE,
The Subject, and This
Monarch's Date,
May no Storm e're dissever:
May he long Adorn this Place,
VVith His
Royal Brother's
Grace,
His
Mercy, and his
Tenderness,
To Rule this Land for ever.
Printed by N. Thompson at the Entrance into Old Spring-garden near Charing-Cross. 1685.