A Paraphrase upon the Pater Noster,

PRotect us, Lord, from that prophane Imposter,
That would perswade us from out Pater noster

In what a wretched State that Common-weale is,
That is mis-led from thee Qui es in Caelis,

Christ's Spouse is lovely, Christians should intreat her
With sighs, not swords, and sing — Sanctificetur

Who so prevaricate from this endue'um,
Good Lord, with Grace to worship — Nomen tuum.

Great Common-wealths must fall if thou pursue 'um,
When States displease thee — Veniat Regnum tuum.

What private Plots, or publike Power dare flye at
The Lord of Hosts? whose battaile-word is — Fiat

What is mans strength if thou dost not renew a
Right heart in him to do — Voluntas tua,

We are but Men, none but an Angel's fellow
Can lead a life on Earth — Sicut in Caelo,

The Pious Poore complain, they who refresh 'um,
Shall, when they want, from thee have — ita etiam

He that would Heaven gaine must not defer a
Work of such Piety, whilst hee's — In terra.

Thy Saints are succourlesse, unlesse we foster 'um,
How can we beg at thy hands — Panem nostrum

Nor let us hate our Enemies, but gaine 'um
With acts of worthiness — Quotidianum

Though men afflict us both in Soule and Bodie,
Yet Lord, thy sustenance — Da nobis hodie,

Truth dwells not alwayes where the Purple Robe is,
Then grant us mercy — Et remitte nobis

We all have felt thy stroaks, but who dares foster a
Mis-apprehension? 'Tis not — Debita nostra,

Oh! Let the Enemies no longer cross
The truth, but mend their lives — Sicut & nos

Let us no longer be afflicted thus,
But let our foes proclaime — Remittimus

Free our obliged Lands where each impostor is
Master of all, but — Debitoribus nostris.

Into their paths, who for our zeale rebuke us,
Let us not enter — Et ne nos inducas

Satan usurpes, Lord let us dis-inthrone him,
Or we shall ever be — In tentationem,

Let not the world and flesh thy Servants swallow,
Sweet are their baits — Sed libera nos à malo,

And grant us such an Vnion, that when
This Prayer is said, we all may cry — Amen.