That your invention all was right before :
The world with you in judgment right appears,
Whose wild inventions do your Bibles turn,
And make the God of truth to be a form
That all the learned world can never clear
By man's invention, now I tell you here:
But by invention of these single two,
As from their fancy now is said by you
That their imagination doth appear,
They've so imagined for to make all clear.
If by imagination this is done,

Without a God to bring a regular form;
Then every soul must give their God the lie,
And say to knowledge man did never die ;
Because some wondrous knowledge doth appear,
To prophesy and shew the mystery clear,
With different gifts, than unto them are given;
And will you say these gifts ne'er came from heaven?
Then sure like Satan you must all appear,

And give your God the lie, I tell
you here,
That unto knowledge man did never die,
When the forbidden fruit was eat that day;
Because of knowledge you say you can boast,
With wisdom brighter than the Lord of hosts,
And knowledge greater, for to make all good,
I say my Bible, and fulfil their word,

If by their own invention this is done,

I tell you plain, you shame both God and man,
By the invention of your foolish heads:

And now to knowledge I'll pronounce you dead.
'Tis your invention doth from Satan come;
What he suggests, you in your minds do form,
That it is real, as it comes from he:
Once more I tell you, you eat of the tree
That was of knowledge I pronounced dead;
And so by Satan's arts your knowledge fled.
Abel knew not his brother would him kill,
And Cain knew not the daggers he should feel;
Some wild imagination fill'd his brain,

That he should be at peace when he had Abel slain ;
So he imagin'd and his scheme went on.
Imagination doth from Satan come,
When you imagine what will never do
To make you happy; bring before
your view
All the imaginations that did appear
When Noah built the ark; I tell you here,
They all imagin'd Noah was a fool;
And Satan's arts possess'd their every soul,

Until the deluge wash'd them all away,
Then where must their imagination lie
But in the knowledge I pronounced dead,
And so the watery graves fill'd every bed?
And here of knowledge I say they had none,
And their imagination all was gone,
To be but folly, as I said before.
Imagination never can be good :

I tell you, all must perish in the flood,
When I do come to sweep the whole away-
You may imagine I shall longer stay;
But your imagination all will fall,

As did the deluge, now I tell you all,
And
so you
know I told you of the end:
You may imagine I shall ne'er descend,
As on the city of Gomorrah fell,

Or Sodom's lot; you may imagine all
Will never come, if you do mock my word,
And judge like them 'tis fools believe, and flee,
As Lot did flee when I did warn him there:
He had the knowledge did from ME appear;
But they imagin'd every thing was vain-
Imagination ne'er did knowledge gain :
Pharaoh imagin'd; Haman did the same;
And both despis'd the knowledge of my name.
But see imagination where it did end;
I tell you all, it never prov'd a friend ;
Because imagination comes from hell,
To mock the warnings that from heaven fell.
And so the Jews imagin'd all the same,
That Satan gave мE power to become
The Son of God, and be exalted high-
A Prince and Saviour is your every cry,
Whom you do worhip in the Trinity.
The Jews imagined hell exalted ME;
And now the Gentiles-thousands are the same:
They do imagine hell exalts my name

With arts, and lies, and wonders, that were wrought,

And all my Father's words they were forgot,

That he affirm'd he had one only Son,

Who all the nations of the world should claim.
And now I say I'm come to claim them all,
And your imagination down shall fall:
Because I said the Gentiles they would rise
In rage and tumult, and madly would devise
Against the Lord, and his anointed Son ;
And now I see your folly's going on;

Because against ME you do madly rage;
Against my Spirit you do so engage,
By your imagination that is here:

Much like the Jews of old you now appear;
And like the Jews of old will be your
lot,
If you imagine things which you know not.
Can you invent by your weak foolish heads
The wondrous visions now before you
laid?
Or can you answer, and these things explain,
How all together came in a straight line?
Or how the likeness should in all agree?
The four pillars are the poles, you see,
Which these two Indians they have got in hand;
For like wild Indians do the colours stand,
As partly naked they do both appear;
But mark the covering how it is cast there.
So now to cover I shall sure begin :

They have the pole; the trumpet plain is seen;
And now the trumpet I shall blow to all,
And every nation now shall know their call.
For there I tell thee stands the Gospel pole,
And free salvation's now held out to all,
And every land shall see my arms appear:
As they are lifted, so I'll lift them
up:
If they'll return to ME, they all may hope.
For as the bloody hand does now appear,
To shew the blood of Cain, the murderer there,
And by such hands they nail'd ME to the tree.
But mark the hand and now the mystery see:
Two spots of red do on the hand appear;
With blue and white 'tis all encircl'd there.
That hand is fallen now without the pole;
The other's lifted up, the trumpet holds ;
So now I tell thee they will bow to ME,
Throw down the hand that nail'd мE to the tree;
That is, rebellion they will all throw down;
Lift up their hands to hear the gospel sound,
And gladly, gladly will these nations come
To sound the trumpet when they hear your land,
That ye are called by the heavenly sound.
Over all nations will this call resound
From shore to shore, from east to west 'twill fly,
And every star foretels the time is nigh;
Or else the spots that there do now appear;
And by the stripes the nations healed are;
Because my
outstretch'd arm is joined there;
Beneath my feet the beast doth now appear:
Black is his colour, but thou can'st not form
What is the shape; it is to thee unknown;

;

But 'tis a beast thou dost not understand:
And mark he's trodden down, and see my hand
Is now in mercy open'd wide to all;
And see the angel, underneath the whole,

With the two trumpets, now plac'd on both sides.
Mark ye the vision; for the field is wide;
As on the right, and left, the trumpets stand,
And on the top you may behold my hand,
To call my sons and daughters from afar,
And save the remnant leaved in the war;
And as the colour in the hand appears,

I'll change the skin when I have ended here;
And every nation shall in triumph sing:
The harp of David to you all I'll bring;
And every lyre he shall now confound,
With heavenly music in their every sound.
For as the buds are fixed on the poles,
The bud is budding out I say for all;
And as they're parted, so will every land;
Some will believe, and stedfast they will stand;
But as the poles don't of one length appear,
I plainly tell thee, so they will appear
In different links, before the whole do join.
Here stands the globe that I shall make all mine;
But as the brightest figures do appear,
That have the music, and encircled here,
Within the poles thou seest the music stand;
So now, O England, thou enlighten'd land,
That hath been guarded by the Gospel pole,
You may rejoice and sing while others fall;
Because the trumpet you'll hear first for war ;
That foreign nations they will fast appear,
I say for battle; you will hear the sound;
A dreadful war will in all lands abound,
While you may stand within the Gospel's pole-
And let this music now awaken all.
You need not follow to the trumpet there;
For now I tell thee, it is first for war;
And fatal wars will soon be o'er the lands;
The Revelation tells you how it stands,
That first a power to the beast is given:

And o'er the head thou seestthe serpent plac'd;
And on the other side thou seest a face,
Or else the head, is from the body plac'd ;
So will the heads of all these nations fall:
And then their leader, I do tell you all,
That I shall tread him down beneath my feet-
Great is the mystery, and you'll find it deep:
And deep you'll find that all is hastening on."

Wednesday, April 6th, 1803.

Joseph Prescott was sitting alone at work in the mill, and saw the appearance of a grove presented to his view. On the one side of the grove was a person' kneeling down, in robes, his left hand on his breast, and the appearance of fire kindling on or in his breast. Over his hand, at a distance before him, was an angel with a cup in his left hand, pointing upwards with his right hand. Over the angel's head was the sun, with the figure of a man's head; one large ray of light from which passed through the glass, held by the angel, to the breast of the man, which appeared to kindle on or in his breast. A voice uttered these words, Come, sinner, get thy pencil; mingle thy richest colours; paint thy whore with all her decorations. On the other side I will draw a grove, and a sinner kneeling down, who is ready to resolve with the publican in the Gospel-'God be merciful to me a sinner!' On the other side a view of Heaven, and Grace and Mercy descending down, in the form of an angel."

Two days after, when Joseph was drawing the above vision, a dove, with an olive-branch in its mouth, appeared as if flying to the kneeling sinner.

May 23, 1803, the following communication was given to Joanna, concerning her having been in London one year and one day.

The Answer of the Spirit.

"One year and one day thou hast left thy home, to give light to a dark benighted world; and where there is a large body of people; but they have refused the light, and darkness is come upon them. For, now is coming, as I told thee, the end of every