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UPON THE FIRST SIGHT OF NEW ENGLAND, by                    
First Line: Hail, holy land, wherein our holy lord
Last Line: Come yee my servants of my father blessed
Subject(s): New England; Pilgrim Fathers


Hail holy-land wherein our holy lord
Hath planted his most true and holy word
Hail happye people who have dispossest
Your selves of friends and meanes, to find some rest
For your poore wearied soules, opprest of late
For Jesus-sake, with Envye, spight, and hate
To yow that blessed promise truly's given
Of sure reward, which you'l receve in heaven
Methinks I heare the Lambe of God thus speake
Come my deare little flocke, who for my sake
Have lefte your Country, dearest friends, and goods
And hazarded your lives o'th raginge floods
Posses this Country; free from all anoye
Heare I'le bee with you, heare you shall Injoye
My sabbaths, sacraments my minestrye
And ordinances in their puritye
But yet beware of Sathans wylye baites
Hee lurkes amongs yow, Cunningly hee waites
To Catch yow from mee; live not then secure
But fight 'gainst sinne, and let your lives be pure
Prepare to heare your sentence thus expressed
Come yee my servants of my father Blessed





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