"Gentlemen of the Army, we have spoken to you; we have appealed to
the Parliament; we have declared our Cause with all humility to you
all; and we are Englishmen, your friends that stuck to you in your
miseries, when those Lords of Manors that oppose us were wavering
on both sides. Yet you have heard them, and answered their request
to beat us off; and yet you would not afford us an answer.

"Yet Love and Patience shall lie down and suffer; let Pride and
Covetousness stretch themselves upon their beds of ease, and forget
the afflictions of Joseph, and persecute us for Righteousness'
sake, yet we will wait to see the issue. The Power of Righteousness
is our God; the Globe runs round; the longest sunshine day ends in
a dark night. Therefore to Thee, O Thou King of Righteousness, we
do commit our cause. Judge Thou between us and them that strive
against us, and those that deal treacherously with Thee and us; and
do Thine own work, and help weak flesh in whom the Spirit is
willing."

"To thee, O thou King of Righteousness, we do commit our cause. Judge
Thou, and help weak flesh in whom the Spirit is willing." At this very
hour the same prayer, the same cry for Justice, is still ascending to
the throne of the King of Righteousness from the disinherited masses, on
whose shoulders the weight of our civilisation rests, and whom it
presses down to helpless poverty, misery, and wretchedness, and who are
still suffering from the same fundamental injustice against which, as we
have seen, Gerrard Winstanley protested so eloquently over two hundred
and fifty years ago.