THE ZEALOVS SOVLDIER.
I
FOr God, and for his cause, 'Ile count it gaine
To lose my life; ô can one happier Die,
Then for to Fall, in Battaile, to maintaine
Gods worship, truth, extirpate Popery:
I fight not, for to venge my selfe, nor yet,
For coine, but Gods true, worship up to set.
II
Those Mercinary Souldiers that doe Fight
Onely for pay, are most. Degenerate.
Not worthy to enjoy the subjects Right
Not worthy loue of God, of Church or State,
Though I Denie not, but They usefull are,
Yet should not, with the Good, in honnor share.
III
The Ancient Heathen, on their Foes would Runne,
Their Naked Brests, would offer, to their swords
Cause for Their Countrey, then should Christians shun,
To Fight for Theirs, and what more joy afford
For Their Religion, curst for aye be Hee,
Beares Such a minde, and His Posterity,
IV
Whoo'd bee Dejected, though a while hee beare
Adversitie, who would some three years past
Have though, that God, So high, our cause would rear
And with such Nemerous victories have grac'd
His Righteuos Cause-when wee then thought to be
A Prey to the Mallicious Enemie.
V
Who in Their height of Glory, were brought low
And made to Stoope to Those They did despise,
And made that Power above them for to know
Which erst They wretched wormes, in monstrous wise
Blasphem'd, swearing God Damne them as They stood
And sure on many was that wish made good
VI
But here me thinks, I heare some say we buy
And purchase our Religion at deer rate;
Thou impious fool, had we lain still perdie,
Thou hadst not been alive the truth to ra [...]e,
For thou and we I think had sure been slain,
Had we sate still, as now we wars maintain.
VII
Forbear to utter your Malignant spleene,
And marke the end how God his cause will crown
With glory, how oft have you lately seen
Our Armies have the Foemen overthrown:
Towns each day are surrendred, and we take
Prisoners enough, an Armie strong to make.
VIII
God hath no doubt a purpose to bring on
A work both for his glory and our good,
You'l say it hath been the confusion
And cause of shedding many thousands bloud:
'Twas for our sins that God this war did bring,
But know we may have cause rejoyce and sing.
IX
Some few years since when we behold and see
The fruits of our hard labours and behold,
This Kingdom flourish in tranquility,
And Gods true worship as it ought extold:
Then shall we says ô praised be the Lord,
That we attained peace have by the sword.
X
Sing to the Lord a Psalme of thanks and praise,
And to his holy Temple let us bring
An heart unspotted, let's an eccoe raise
With our loud voyces▪ may to Nations ring,
Far distant from us, chaunting loudly thus,
Prais'd be the Lord that hath assisted us.