That Satan's come for to condemn,

That he hath betray'd, as Judas said,

And free the human race;

The innocence of man;

And now he is come his guilt to plead,

Like Judas to condemn.

So Judas see you've made of he,
Like Judas to repent.

Now, simple men, behold your plan,
You mock both Hell and Heaven;
To say her light from Satan came,
That unto her is given.

Then he must be more wise than ME,
When first he caus'd the Fall;
And say his life he'll freely give,
To prove the truth of all:

That fallen men like Gods may come,
And good from evil know;

And in their stead that he will bleed,
To prove his words were true:
No death in man he said should come,
And now to free the Fall,

That dead to knowledge they were then,
Hath he now prov'd to all;

My honour here to make it clear,

In every step to man.

Then he must be as wise as ME,

A penitent become;

And so repent, and now relent

That e'er he caus'd their Fall;

And in their stead he'll freely bleed,
And die to ransom all.

This must be done by your own plan,

To say from Hell they came;

You give the merit unto him,

And so despise MY NAME.

For Pharoah's wonders are in you,

Your wise-men you deceive,

That Satan will these wonders do,

And so you them believe,

That he is come to ransom man,

According to his word;

That you as earthly Gods may stand,

And evil know and good.

These wonders first from him did burst,

As they from Pharoah came;

But did he do them at the last?

You know not Satan's name;
Proud Lucifer he doth appear,
And can you lower his pride,
To say he'll stoop to God and man,
For to bring back the tide?

So Hell you mock, for you know not,
The pride in Satan reigns.

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He'd sooner feel my heavy stroke,

For to be bound in chains, Than stoop so low to man to go, Like Judas to repent.

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For this I know, he'll never do,
His mind's too fully bent,
To swell with pride on every side;
For men do mock him here,
To say he's come to act like man,
Like Judas to appear.

No: Pharoah see is the type of he,
And so he will go on

Until he hath brought his destiny,
A Pharoah's end will come.
So Satan here doth strong appear,
I say, to mock you all;

To place these miracles in him,
That he will clear the Fall;
Or make it clear, it must appear,
To make my Bible true;

And so your God you're mocking here,

I'll bring all to your view:

You mock the words I spoke at first,

When I created Man;

To say the Woman must be made,
And for his good be come;

You mock the curse that I pronounc'd
Upon the Serpent's head;

You mock my Bible every where

These promises are made,

That all the earth I shall redeem,

And Man the good must know;
The Tree of Life was sav'd for him,
And Man shall find it so.

You mock the purchase of my blood;
For I must die in vain,

That on the cross the victim stood,

If Death and Hell remain.

As it hath been so strong in man,
I tell you to this day,

My Bible you are mocking on,
Nor see how it doth lay.
I said I died mankind to save,
And Satan to destroy;

In them there is eternal Life,

That testify of ME;

Then search the Scriptures, I command,
And every truth you'll see:

That I must conquer Death and Hell,
And triumph over all,

And to my Father reconcile

The guilt of Adam's Fall.

It must be done, be it known to man,
And you must own it so;

Or you must mock my every word,
My Bible can't be true.

By all the wisdom you have form'd,
Your forming will not do.

Shall I cut off ny chosen race,

For such, ye men, as you, To prove to knowledge man was dead, As they did then appear? But now your knowledge it is tried, You do not see more clear; But grosser darkness doth abound, My Bible stands more plain, For men to see the mystery, How all things do appear; Worse than the Jews ye Gentiles be, And now I'll prove it here; Because my Death you do allow, As spoken in the Fall; Then now I bid you answer how,

Your Saviour you can call,

To die for ye and Satan free,

Ye simple sons of men!

Worse than the Jews you certain he,

And much more blind than them.

For I'll appear to prove it clear,

More wrong you now believe, That I would shed my Blood for men The Devil to reprieve.

Still to go on as he hath done,

And boasting to this day,

My Blood was shed in vain for man,

My chosen men do lay,

In every land despise my name;

And Gentiles now are found

To say a bastard I did come,

Then tremble at the sound:
For men must fall, I tell you all,
If I let Satan reign ;

And do not now avenge the Fall,
My Bible all maintain,

That it is true before your view,
For all I'll now make good;
And those that will not ME obey,
Must perish in the flood.

Of AGES that are past,

And then no longer will you moc
But see how all is plac'd.

That it must fall, I tell you all,
On Satan's guilty head;

You know my Blood must be aveng'd,
As then the prophet said.

But Oh! on man, is now your plan

To bring my vengeance there;
Can you profess to love my Name,
And kiss the fatal spear,

That first my side, by man applied,
When for them I did die,

I said they knew not what they had done,
Then surely I must lie,

If not from Hell the rage did swell,
Then there my Blood must fall,
Unless you now will kiss the spear,
And your own ruin call.

So now see plain, ye sons of men,
Your sickly love to ME,

Who vindicate the Devil's reign,
While all his arts you see,
To work in man for to blaspheme,
I say, my every Name,

Then sickly is your love to ME;

Not hot nor cold you 're come,
But lukewarm here you all appear-
"Let me be saved," you cry-
I care not who blasphemes his Name,
If I am called on high,

With him to go, the world below
May all refuse his Love.

This is your lukewarm hearts I know;

For so your hearts I'll prove.

The Jews may stand in every land,

And Gentiles mock the same;

If you are sav'd from misery,
You don't regard my fame,

How it do stand in every Land

Just like this Woman here,

Disgrac'd with lies, by hell's command,

Against her men appear,

And just the same they mock my Name, By Satan's artful hand;

And yet you do not wish his fall,

But sooner let him stand,
For to mock on as he hath done,
My honour for to blast;
My Bible you'll not think upon,
That now it cannot last,

I tell you long, the time is come,
My honour I'll maintain;

And bring my Kingdom down to men,
They shall not pray in vain.
The Power they'll see shall be in ME
To chain the rebel down,
That works in man such infamy

As in all lands abounds.

Here is the end of the Explanation of the Marriage of the Lamb; and I must beg my readers to weigh deeply what they are making of the Devil, that place my writings to him.

THE VISION OF THE SHIP.

Thursday, December the 15th, 1803.

AT half past eleven o'clock in the morning, Joseph Prescot, sitting at work, had the following Vision. He beheld a large ship apparently at anchor, the deck covered with people. On the stern was the word FAITH painted; the land nearest to the ship appeared like a rock, on which was a great number of people, and an angel standing near the edge with a glass in his hand he seemed as if letting the people look through it. Over those persons was an angel blowing a trumpet, and some of them looking up at him. Towards the top was a Being like our Saviour, encircled by a splendid light; at a distance over the people were dark black clouds rolling like smoke. On the other side of the water there was a great brightness, as if the sun shone with splendor; on which side he saw many people, but from the distance they appeared small; near the water, on the same side, there was a number of angels in white; on this side was another angel on a cloud, apparently conveying the people from the rock to the ship, who was arrayed in various colours. The