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Show 148 with the momentum of a tidal wave. "Lord of the Universe. Send Thy legions. Send Thy warriors. Hold not back Thy judgments, but make bare Thy arm in England. Open the jaws of hell to receive and swallow the infernal hell hounds that have cursed England with their loathsome pall. Thou art the Head of the church. Not the King. Not the Bishops. Ignite the plagues of Laudism upon the head of Laud! Spue the ungodly into the pit! Oh God, rend the harlot and raise unto us a prophet! Let him destroy the pregnant idols and consume the damnable heresies... God of my Fathers, lift the veil from Thy hiding place...and hear my prayer... If Thou dost withhold Thy judgments until a time of Thy keeping, then I implore Thee let not the death of innocent ones pass unnoticed. Receive them this day to Thy bosom, and grant me, Thy most unprofitable servant, a portion of Thy Grace, that I might endure this abyss of misery and not be found wanting on the day of judgment. Let it be so. Amen. Amen." He collapsed in a state of unconscious exhaustion, temporarily escaping from the overwhelming burdens that had assailed him. |