A LOYAL NEW-YEAR'S GIFT. Or an Acrostic on the Prayer of every true SUBJECT.  
God Bless King JAMES the Second And let him live long and Happily.  

GReat, Good and Just, are seldom to be found  
Atoned together in the same Compound:  
Only Great JAMES these Epithets as due  
(Nature and Heaven conspiring to allow  
Double, what to an ordinary Mortals Lot  
Devolves to him) has by just Title got:   

By Birthright, Great, Just in his Conversation,  
Loving what's Good, hath gained Good Commendation.  
Let every Soul, since every Soul within  
Each of Three Kingdoms has partaker been,  
Even to Extremes, of Goodness most Divine,  
That like Sunbeams, from him the Fountain, shine;  
Sing forth his Praise; let all join in one Chorus,  
Heaven to beseech, that he may long before us  
Sway Britain's Sceptre. May auspicious Jove  
Initiate this Year with his propitious Love.   

King's Rule by him; they by his Order are:  
May he Protect our JAMES in Peace and War.  
I'th Heavens whilst Sun and Moon endure to shine,  
Let us be Blessed with him, or with his Line.  
No Revolution may bright Phoebus make,  
In which he may not of fresh Joys partake.  
' 'Gainst Foes Defend him Lord; Destroy them all  
Vainly who seek the Lord's Annointeds Fall.   

Increase his Friends; Establish sure his Throne,  
Even till this fleeting World's Decayed and gone.  
All Blessings this or the next World afford  
Let them be poured on him from the Lord.  
May'st thou great Hero! long persist to be  
Our Faith's Defender and our Liberty.  
Each Tongue must now confess, even Rebels say  
Ne'er did our Land see such a New-Years Day.  
So happy we, who Blessed are with a King  
Given us from Heaven; and with him each good thing.   

The base disturbers of our Peace he'll Quell;  
And be a Father to all that do well.  
He all just Rights and Priuledge Maintains  
Nor suffers any that Unlawful Gains.  
Exact: He our Religions purer Streams  
Doth vindicate from innovating Dreams.   

Strange Nations see and wonder at our Bliss  
How we enjoy such happiness as this.  
Envy they may, but can't disturb our Peace  
A Gracious Prince makes us secure at Ease.  
Cease then, O cease, strange Fools that would Rebel  
Perfidious Wretches, know when ye are well.  
Our too abundant Happiness 't must be  
If aught disturd our great Tranquillity.  
No happier People did the Sun e'er View  
Let's thankful be, O King; it is by you.  
Desist we never from pouring out our Prayers  
You may great Sir, see many happy Years.    

This may be Printed.  
R. P.   

LONDON, Printed by George Croom, at the Sign of the Blue-Ball in Thames-street near Baynards'-Castle. 1685.