A HYMNE Called Englands Hosanna to GOD, for the Restoration, and Coronation of Charls the second, In Imitation of that Song, sung by the Angels, Glory be to God.
Stan. the first.
THou that didst first imploy this Quire,
With such a Spirit me inspire;
Make me the Organ, but the breath
Be thou, or else my life is death.
My soul cannot thi, Glory give,
Unless by thee, it move, and live.
Soul of my soul, some pitty take
On me, that Call for Jesus sake;
Else how shall I give thee Glory,
That am so sinfull Transitory!
Do thou in me make thy aboad,
Then Glory shall I give my God.
Stan. 2.
Tis now I feel a holy flame,
I am all fir'd to praise thy Name;
The Altars Coals new kindled are,
And high Perfumes fetcht from a fur:
Strong Fragrant smells they cast abroad
In Glory of the Lord our God;
For Joys within, and Joys without,
We David-like do dance about;
And cause we have to dance and sing,
Thou hast brought home, and Crown'd our King.
Then Glory to thy Name, O Lord,
Who hast our King, and Church Restored.
Stan. 3.
Oh that thou wouldst each soul invite
Communicants to this delight,
Then shall our Harmony surpass
All Quires that are or ever was.
Vollies of glory shall we give
To thee, that dost for ever live.
We glory give for that our birth
Is high from Christ, though low from Earth:
We glorie give for that again,
The bones do live that seemed slain:
Then glory to thy Name, O Lord,
Who hast our King Crown'd and restor'd
Stan. 4th.
Triumphant Arches we do rear,
Exceeding all that ever were:
And it becomes us so to do:
Thou gavest us life and sav'dst us too.
Our honour was trod in the dirt,
We stripped were unto our shirt.
A bondage laid upon our soul
By them that knew how to controul;
Our Joys exiled and ravished,
And Charls our life lay murthered;
Then glory to thy Name, O Lord,
That Charls hast Crowned and restored.
Stan. 5.
Let us this to our Children tell,
And so Re-print this Miracle,
That it may never be forgot,
That we now are, which erst were not;
Like Lazarus in Grave we lay,
Little differing from cold Clay.
We durst neither act, nor speak,
Though our Hearts were like to break:
From Forreign coasts at last was brought
Him which with tears was so long sought.
Then glory to thy Name, O Lord,
Who hast our King Crown'd and Restor'd.
Stan. 6.
Ashes our bread, and drink our tears,
Our hopes all darkned by our fears;
The heavenly Manna Locked up,
And Poyson given us to sup.
The Clergy were the very scum,
That never neer a Text could come;
What God gave, was not our own,
We into loathsom Gaols were thrown,
The Land opprest, the King exil'd,
The Father arm'd against his Child;
But thou hast caus'd us to accord,
By Crowning of great Charls our Lord.
Stan. 7.
Deprest a long time we did lie,
Cause England did in England die;
Gracious Kings when they do fall,
Nations in them have Funeral:
Albion in our Charls did bleed,
Good Kings, great Kingdoms do exceed;
To GOD we therefore praises give,
Cause England doth in England live:
How can a body but be dead,
That destitute is of a head?
Decollated we were, O Lord,
Till thou our Charls Crown'd and restor'd.
Stan. 8.
Oh that three Kingdoms then would raise
Unto thy Name all fitting praise,
And offer up their Incense, till
They did thy blessed Nostrils fill,
That thou a savour sweet mightst find,
From every good, and gratefull mind;
That so under the Pious wing
Of Charls the Good, we long may sing,
With Wisdom Crown this mighty Lord,
Given us of thy free accord.
Thus glory to thy Name, O Lord,
That Charls the second hast restor'd.