To his higness Oliver Cromwell, Lord High Protector of England, Scotland, and Ireland. Lineall, John. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B04055 of text R179756 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing L2331A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 B04055 Wing L2331A ESTC R179756 53299149 ocm 53299149 179897 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B04055) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 179897) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2808:2) To his higness Oliver Cromwell, Lord High Protector of England, Scotland, and Ireland. Lineall, John. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1655] Signed at foot: Iohn Lineall. Place and date of publication suggested by Wing (2nd ed.). Reproduction of original in: Bodleian Library. eng Cromwell, Oliver, 1599-1658 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Acrostics -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. B04055 R179756 (Wing L2331A). civilwar no To his higness Oliver Cromwell, : Lord High Protector of England, Scotland, and Ireland. Lineall, John 1655 865 1 0 0 0 0 0 12 C The rate of 12 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-04 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-09 Megan Marion Sampled and proofread 2008-09 Megan Marion Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion To his Highnesse Oliver Cromwell , Lord High Protector of England , Scotland , and Ireland . THou Lord of Hosts , that guidest Sea and Land , Out of thy love direct my heart and hand , His Theam to write , that Englands Helm doth steer , In thought , in word , and deed keep him sincere : Such honor as thou giv'st him here in love ; His glory let it far exceed above , In Paradise , where true joys ever dwell , Give him that Crown , that earthly Crowns excel . His place is very high , his thoughts keep low , None but his Maker let him truly know ; Ev'n all but Christ , let him count dross and dung , So fix his mind , his faith may grow more strong ; Send Angels blest , to fetch him to his friend , Even when his daies by natures course shall end . O English hearts , advance your thoughts on high , Land now express to him that rules the Sky , In that he doth all errors foul dispel , Vile horrid devillish Tenents ( broacht ) from hell : Each one extol and praise the living Lord , Rightly ruling all Nations by his Word . Call friend to mind the danger we were in , Raised by some , who lately did begin Out of Sauls zeal , the Clergy to expel , Mingling the Gospels truth , with Doctrines fell . Well may the Tribe of Levi now rejoyce , Even from the heart , that God hath made a choice , Lifting up one , a Nehemiah stout , Lewd projects of Sanballats crew to rout . Lord of thy self , ( it s not of our desert ) Out of me●r lover to take poor Englands part , Raising a Cromwell , Gods cause to defend , Dreadful to those who would Christs Church still rend . His happy entrance I do remember , In the tenth moneth it was , cold December ; God gave him power in zeal our hearts to warm , Himself with Councel , us to save from harm . Protect Lord , ( protect ) our Lord Protector , Raise his thoughts , t' affront the slie projector : On Sions good , let him still set his joy , Their downfal seek , who seek her to destroy : Even as King David still had help from God , Contrive so ( Lord , ) to settle his abode , That Sacred truth may flourish , errors fly Out of this Commonwealth perpetually . Right so Amen , Amen from heart say I. Of mercy Lord , bless Englands Commonwealth , Fence it from Forreign and Domestick foes ; Even to all in it give soul-saving health , Nor ever let them cast of endless woes : Give Vrim and Thummim to the Clergy , Like Trumpets shrill , to sound aloud thy praise : Also us joyn in holy Unity , Not only now , but ' during all our daies . Death will approach , there 's none that knows how soon ; Shall we then trifle out our precious time ? Call'd many be ( by death ) e're it be noon , O Jacobs ladder let 's begin to clime ; That so our souls the Heavens may ascend , Like Christ our Saviour , who is gone before ; As soon as death our fleeting daies shall end , None may us stay from joys for evermore . Deal gently ( Lord God ) with thy people all , As suffer bondage under Turk or Pope ; None can them free but thou , from careful thrall Deliver those , who on thee fix their hope . I notice give to all of Levies Tribe , Right to us now , stands our Lord Protector ; Else we might droop , for some both scoff and gibe . Laugh at us too , ah ! poor soul neglector ; And thankless shall we be unto our God : No ; who of all should praise him more then we ? Doth he not mind to settle our abode ? Decree ( though ) some would all our miserie . Postscript . Ergo , Cantemus Deo canticum , Quòd nos non sumus miseri , Cantemus Deo canticum , Quòd omnes sumus liberi . Quòd omnes sumus liberi , Cantemus Deo canticum , Quòd nos non sumus miseri , Cantemus Deo canticum . And that ye may this understand , And with me all in joy accord , The Lord hath by his mighty hand , Quite overthrown the threatning Sword . Clean overthrown the furbusht Sword , The Lord hath by his mighty hand , Then in a Psalm let us accord , For saving us , and eke our Land . Your Highnesse in all dutiful observancy , and Christian-like humility , John Lineall , Minister and Preacher of Gods Word , yet now hath neither place nor maintenance , being aged 66. years .