Pray we, therefore, both night and day, For Her Highness, as we be bound. O LORD, preserve this Branch of Bay! (And all her foes, with force confound) Here, long to live! and, after death, Receive our Queen, ELIZABETH! _Amen._ _Apoc. 6. How long tarriest thou, O LORD, holy and true! to judge, and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth._ +_FINIS._+ _The wishes of the Wise,_ _Which long to be at rest;_ _To GOD, with lifted eyes,_ _They call to be redressed_. * * * * * When shall this time of travail cease Which we, with woe sustain? When shall the days of rest and peace, Return to us again? When shall the mind be movèd right To leave this lusting life? When shall our motions and delight Be free from wrath and strife? When shall the time of woful tears Be movèd unto mirth? When shall the aged, with grey hairs, Rejoice at children's birth? When shall Jerusalem rejoice In Him, that is their King? And Sion's hill, with cheerful voice, Sing psalms with triumphing? When shall the walls erected be, That foes, with fury, 'fray? When shall that perfect Olive Tree, Give odour like the Bay? When shall the Vineyard be restored, That beastly boars devour? When shall the people, late abhorred, Receive a quiet hour? When shall the SPIRIT more fervent be, In us that want good will? When shall Thy mercies set us free From wickedness and ill? When shall the serpents, that surmise To poison Thine Elect, Be bound to better exercise, Or utterly reject? When shall the blood revengèd be, Which on the earth is shed? When shall sin and iniquity Be cast into the bed? When shall that Man of Sin appear To be, even as he is? When shall thy babes and children dear Receive eternal bliss? When shall that painted Whore of Rome Be cast unto the ground? When shall her children have their doom, Which virtue would confound? When shall Thy Spouse, and Turtle Dove Be free from bitter blast? When shall Thy grace, our sins remove, With pardon at the last? When shall this life translatèd be, From fortune's fickle fall? When shall True Faith and Equity Remain in general? When shall Contention and Debate, For ever slack and cease? When shall the days of evil date, Be turnèd unto peace? When shall True Dealing rule the rost With those that buy and sell; And Single Mind, in every coast, Among us bide and dwell?