God is decreeing to begin some newand great period in his Church, even to the reforming of Reformation itself. What does he then but reveal Himself to his servants, and as his manner is, first to his Englishmen?

What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the ground?

Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.

Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.

Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.

Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;Evil,be thou my good.