When shall that Man of Sin appear
To be, even as he is?
When shall thy babes and children dear
Receive eternal bliss?
When shall that painted Whore of Rome
Be cast unto the ground?
When shall her children have their doom,
Which virtue would confound?
When shall Thy Spouse, and Turtle Dove
Be free from bitter blast?
When shall Thy grace, our sins remove,
With pardon at the last?
When shall this life translatèd be,
From fortune's fickle fall?
When shall True Faith and Equity
Remain in general?
When shall Contention and Debate,
For ever slack and cease?
When shall the days of evil date,
Be turnèd unto peace?
When shall True Dealing rule the rost
With those that buy and sell;
And Single Mind, in every coast,
Among us bide and dwell?
When shall our minds wholly convert
From wealth, and worldly gain?
When shall the movings of our heart
From wickedness refrain?
When shall this flesh return to dust,
From whence the same did spring?
When shall the trial of our trust
Appearing with triumphing?
When shall the Trump blow out his blast,
And thy dear babes revive?
When shall the Whore be headlong cast,
That sought us to deprive?
When shall Thy Christ, our King, appear
With power and renown?
When shall Thy saints, that suffer here,
Receive their promised crown?