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dered! my first Husband murdered! And by the cursed arts of his murderer I have often been betrayed, fearing that I was wrong in listening to the voice of my dear dying Lord; as Satan’s arts have often told me, to deceive me, that he came as a friend, to persuade me against my Lord; therefore I am the Woman that hath had my Lord and Master murdered; and am daily pursued by his murderer: and now my soul crieth aloud for vengeance! Blessed be the Lord for his LITTLE FLOCK OF SHEEP, Joanna uses this term to refer to her small, dedicated group of followers. that have now jumped over the hedge to free me from the murderous wretch who slew my dear Lord, at first, whom my soul loved and now my soul shall love him last. Oh! how often has that cursed wretch persuaded me there was no God, and that he alone was all in power; but now, blessed be the Lord, the murderer will be brought to justice. For I feel that my Bible will burst from this Parable.—But how can I bear the reflections of my soul, to think I was ever in the hand of the devil, that he should have power to tempt me, through unbelief, that he was not the wretched murderer, nor his guilt would ever be brought to light? But from this Parable I know he will; and I would sooner now give up my life, than I will give up my just revenge against the cursed murderous foe—

So now I trust the SHEEP will stand
To join with me in heart and hand,
And then the TRIAL I’ll go through,
And bring the Murderer to their view,
When by both JURIES he is cast;
For so I know the end will burst;
And I shall see the traitor fall,
Who by disguise hath conquer’d all
That judg’d him innocent to stand.
But now the LITTLE FLOCK’S at hand
That will his footsteps all betray,
And shew the Fall where it did lay;
And shew what arts he doth pursue
To murder GENTILES and the JEWS;
For in like manner both he cast,
And in my Master’s room he plac’d