And then I'll prove they've smuggled every word,
And in like manner, they've condemned their God,
As they condemned thy simple Father there,
And full as wrong, I'll make them all appear;
For when the truth, they all do come to see,
They'll find my every word, as true to be
As e'er thy Father's it did then appear;
And perfect so, thy innocence I'll clear,
And prove to all, the information's wrong,
To say the Smuggling doth in thee become;
That thou my Bible now art smuggling up,
They'll find the truth in every word to drop,
As from thy Father's lips did then appear;
They'll find the living truth in all is here,
That must burst out, if men will come and see,
And jump for joy, that I am come to free
A world of ruin now from misery.
And from thy Father's words I'll further go,
Nothing but devils can condemn thee so;
Though oft his fury he doth work in man;
But like thy Father, let them now condemn
Themselves in passions, how they so did burst,
And from thy Father I have told thee first
That with the nation I should him compare,
And with the nation I do answer here
That every Father that is in your land,
A Son of mine, will like thy Father stand;
Themselves of passions, they will surely blame,
And say, the Devil did their hearts inflame:
For none but devils, now they plain do see,
Could e'er condemn the innocence of thee;
For so the Fathers now I know they'll break,
And blame themselves, they did so harshly speak,
Provoked by passions, by the Devil here,
For in their words thy Father did appear,
And said, the Devil surely was in he,
Or he should never grieve the heart of thee;
It was the Devil did him then provoke,
And on himself he felt the greatest stroke
When thou in tender love did soothe him there.
Thy Father's history does not half appear,
The tender love that thou didst show to he,
The flaming passions thou didst often see;
Because thy Father's passions they were strong,
And his own way he wished all to be done;
But his own way, by prudence thou didst see,
If he did get it would his ruin be.
Therefore together jangling you went on,
Till on his death-bed—then, behold the man:
"If thou art present Christ is surely here!"
And let his dying words to all appear—
And then the dying Fathers all will see,
When dead to sin, they all will speak like he:
"If thou art present, Christ is surely here."
Now pen his words, and let them to appear,