depiction of king and queen with battle scene in background ENGLAND'S Great DELIVERANCE, OR  
Great Britain's Fears and Tears in Joy Completed,  
The Pope's great Hopes, Priests, Monks, and all Defeated.  
Our Noble King and Queen God's Agents were,  
Then God preserve Them, as he sent Them here.  
WHen this most Noble Kingdom, Britain Great▪  
Lay Languishing, in a deplored State.  
When Popery had almost got the Day,  
And Peeter's bore, so great a Sovereign Sway.  
When Rooms black Locusts, (sent by Pope and Devil;)  
Were Plotting, Hatching and Contriving Evil.  
When Pope and Devil, so united were,  
With tho' most Hellish, Cruel, Cutthroats here.  
When their designed Gursed Massacre drew nigh,  
The very Time, for our Mortality;  
When all their Traps were Set, all put in Order,  
As if no Arm of Flesh could stop the Murder.  
When Hundreds dreaded, every Night their last,  
Though Guards for safety, up and down were placed.  
When on the very Brink we Tottering stood,  
Then, Then, the God of Mercy (for our good,  
Beholding their Dark, Hellish Murderous Ends,)  
His Holy Angel, strait to Holland sends,  
To stir the Heart up, of that Noble PRINCE,  
To Land an Army here, for our Defence▪  
And to Incite our Noble Protestants,  
To join with them, to Help in all their Wants.  
Then to Defend us, and put them to Shame,  
This brave Heroick PRINCE of Orange came  
He and his Men prevailed, 'cause God had sent them;  
Rome's Darlings failed, because God did prevent them.  
God sent this Hero, to Defend our Cause;  
The Pope sent them for to pervert our Laws.  
God stood for us, when they were hatching Evil:  
God sent the Prince, they sent by Pope and Devil.  
They could not-Fight, but fled, 'cause God did scare them,  
Just like the Syrians, when no Army near them.  
They fled for Fear, not hurt at all; and why,  
Because from Heaven, God viewed their Villainy.  
Smiting their Murderous Hearts, with Dread and Terror,  
Which may convince all Cutthroats of that Error.  
Then Judge you Papists, had your Cause been good,  
God would have Helped you, and you would have stood.  
But God abhors your Whore, and for that Thing,  
He sent that Noble Prince, now Britain's King.  
To stop your Treacherous Plots from going further,  
Your Massacres; or your Religious Murder.  
We also Hope, God will put from his Throne,  
That Antichrist, that Whore of Babylon.  
His wickedness, for Holiness he hath none,  
For Holiness belongs to God alone.  
How dares then, that Seven Headed Scarlet Beast,  
Presume that Title, to be Godlike graced,  
Doth he not dread Heaven's Vengeance to begin,  
First on himself, pretending Pardons for Sin.  
Can he Pardon others, for a little Pelf,  
Whose Power is too weak to pardon Himself.  
Can he pardon Sins, past, present, and to come,  
To Rogue or Whore, that Bribes him with a Sum,  
But to the Poor, who nothing have to give,  
They in their Sins, must Die as well as Live.  
So then, by this the Rich are only Blest,  
And of the Poor this Monster makes a Jest.  
Yet to declare his Charity and Glory,  
He grants them time to stay in Purgatory.  
Until some of that Crew, (being met together)  
Prays them from thence, to go, they know not whether.  
Blind Blockheads, is your Ignorance so great,  
That you can't see this Grand Religious Cheat.  
Come, Come, we've now, a Noble King and Queen,  
both Protestants, seldom in England seen.  
Whom God hath sent, to be our Faith's Defenders,  
In spite of Pope and all his false Pretenders.  
They will not suffer Babel's Whore to Reign,  
They hate your Rubbish, and your Priests disdain,  
They hate your false Religious Murderous Zeal,  
Your Plots and Treasons, God will still reveal.  
Then ope' your Eyes, and see your Horrid Cheat,  
And be converted, ere it be too Late.  
Be of our Faith, than we shall all affect You,  
Then will our Noble King and Queen protect You.  
For to protect us, God hath sent them hither,  
Both to preserve our Faith and Church together▪  
Then God preserve our Noble King and Queen  
From Plots and Treasons, and from Romish Spleen.  
And Grant that we may our Lives Amend,  
And serve the Lord our God unto the End.  
T. S. April the 6th. 1689. This May be Printed R. MIDGLEY.   

LONDON, Printed for John Newton, near the Sugar ●oaf in Bell-Alley, Coleman street, 1689.