A  Prophecy;  
Declared by Christian james a Maid of twenty years of age (late Daughter to Daniel james) who was born and bred near the Town which is called Padstow, in the County of Cornwall, who departed this life upon the 8th. of March. With a true relation of her Behaviour, both in her life time and at the hour of her death, worthy to be had in perpetual memory.  
To the Tune of, In Summer Time.  
 

THe mighty Lord that rules in Heaven,  
strange wonders doth in England send  
And many warnings hath us given,  
'cause we our lives should soon amend:  
But like the misbelieving jews,  
so hard of heart our people be,  
They think that nothing can be true,  
but that which their own eyes do see.   

Therefore good people mark it well,  
i'll here lay open to your view,  
A Song most wonderful and strange,  
and can approve it to be true,  
A Damsel did near padstow dwell,  
within the County of Cornwell fair,  
Whose parents had no Child but her,  
she was her Father's only heir.   

To whom came many a brave young man,  
intending to make her a wife,  
But never tempting tongue could make  
this Maid to change her maiden life:  
And though her parents riches had,  
and costly garments her aloud,  
In homely habit she would go,  
and always lated to be proud.   

She ne'er was heard to curse or swear,  
nor any word of anger give  
But courteous was in every thing,  
to them that did about her ●ive:  
If she heard any one to swear,  
or take Gods Sacred name in vain,  
she told them that they Crucified  
our Saviour Christ again.   

She often did frequent the Church,  
and also did relieve the poor,  
The Widow and the fatherless,  
she every day fed at the door:  
Upon a time this Damosel she,  
fell sick and in a deadly swound,  
She lay for twenty hours' space  
no life in her could then be found.   

Her aged father did lament,  
her mother she shed many a tear,  
She wept, she wailed, she wrung her hands,  
for loss of this her Daughter dear:  
Alas, alas my child she said,  
how dearly I have tendered thee,  
And wilt thou now forsake the world,  
and leave me in this misery.   

I would my birth had been my death,  
than never had I seen this day,  
This grievous moan the mother made  
by her dear daughter as she say  
At last she did strong waters fetch,  
and rubs her Temples and each vein,  
Till at the last the Damsel had  
recovered life and sense again.   

And being come unto her speech,  
with voice most shrill aloud she cried,  
O Mother you have done me wrong  
this cannot be by you denied:  
For I was in the way to heaven,  
two glorious Angels did me guide.  
Who gently took me by the hand.  
and held me upon every side.   

SInging of Psalms and spiritual Songs,  
so long as we passed on the way,  
Till he which had a Golden Crown  
met us and caused us to stay:  
Return said he from whence thou cam'st  
thy Mother for thee makes great moan  
And tell these things which I declare  
unto thy neighbours every one.   

Speak this quoth he unto them all,  
how that the Lord e'er long will send,  
A grievous punishment to them,  
that do his will wilfully offend:  
This is the last age of the world,  
even to the very sink of sin,  
The puddle of Iniquity,  
which you long time have wallowed in.   

The men and wives live in discord,  
the Father envies his own Son,  
The Rich, and poor, the old the young  
do hourly into Mischief run:  
Extortion and Idolatry,  
and hateful pride is now in use,  
Blasphemous oaths and curses vile,  
the people count as no abuse.   

Good ministers are set at naught,  
the Sabbath is profaned also,  
The poor lies starving in the streets,  
oppressed with sorrow grief and woe:  
The loathsome sin of drunkenness  
and whoredom doth too much exc●ed,  
He that can do his neighbour wrong,  
doth think he doth a Godly deed.   

Now ponder well what I do say,  
dooms dreadful day is nigh at hand,  
Fire and brimstone shall destroy  
the Heaven, the earth, the Sea and Land  
And every Soul before the Lord,  
a just accent he then shall give,  
H●s conscience shall a witness be,  
in what condition he did live.   

Then he that hath done well shall pass  
fo●th with to everlasting rest,  
And live amongst those glorious Saints,  
which jesus Christ our Lord hath blest:  
Where Martyrs, Prophets & patriarches,  
do hallelujahs ever sing,  
Glory and honour be to God,  
and unto Christ our Heavenly King.   

Then woe to them that have done ill,  
when they shall hear the sentence past  
Depart ye cursed into hell,  
whose fire for ever more shall last:  
The sorrows which are here foretold,  
will come on you are it be long,  
Except Repentance truly dwell  
in hearts of all both old and young.   

Repentance and true watery eyes,  
will help to quench the burning flame,  
Which he hath kindled to consume  
this wicked world's most rotten frame:  
Let not your building all so brave,  
be burnt and wasted with God's ire,  
Nor let our Souls for whom Christ died,  
be burnt in hell's eternal Fire.   

He●e endeth the Prophecy.  
THese speeches spoke the Maiden died,  
and came no more to life again,  
Her Soul no doubt is gone to heaven  
with glorious angels to remain:  
At her decease an harmony  
of Music there was heard to sound.  
Which ravished all the standers by,  
it did with sweetness so abound.   

It pierced the earth and air also,  
yet no man knew from whence it came,  
But each one said it came from heaven,  
and presently upon the same,  
The Magistrates of that same parish,  
which heard and saw this wonder strang●  
Desired to have it put in print,  
cause wicked men their ways may change   
The Names of ●h● M●sters of the Parish that saw the Maid on her Deathbed, and heard the words of the Prophecy which she delivered, were as followeth: W. Watts Curate, T. Davis H●ad-Constable, R. Wilkings, and C. Tanner, Churchwardens, who by consent of divers others in the same Parish, which were in the the presence at the Damosels decease, or used a Letter to be written and sent from thence to London, on purpose to have it printed, whereby to avoid scandal.  Contrived into Meeter by L. P.  

Printed for I. Clerk, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger.