"Syon lyes waste, and thy Jerusalem, O Lord, is falne to utter desolation, Against thy Prophets, and thy holy men, The sinne hath wrought a fatall combination, Prophan'd thy name, thy worship overthrowne, And made thee living Lord, a God unknowne.Thy powerfull lawes, thy wonders of creation, Thy Word incarnate, glorious heaven, darke hell, Lye shadowed under Mans degeneration, Thy Christ still crucifi'd for doing well, Impiety, ô Lord, sits on thy throne, Which makes thee living light, a God unknown.Mans superstition hath thy truths entomb'd, His Atheisme againe her pomps defaceth, That sensuall unsatiable vaste wombe, Of thy seene Church, thy unseene Church disgraceth; There lives no truth with them that seem thine own, Which makes thee living Lord, a God unknowne.Yet unto thee, Lord, (mirrour of transgression) Wee, who for earthly Idols, have forsaken Thy heavenly Image (sinlesse pure impression) And so in nets of vanity lye taken, All desolate implore that to thine owne, Lord, thou no longer live a God unknowne.Yet Lord let Israels plagues not be eternall, Nor sinne for ever cloud thy sacred Mountaines, Nor with false flames spirituall but infernall, Dry up thy mercies ever springing fountaines, Rather, sweet Jesus, fill up time and come, To yeeld the sinne her everlasting doome."