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Scepter and Power, thy giving, I assume, [ 730 ]
He said, and on his Son with Rayes direct
Had wondrous, as with Starrs thir bodies all
And Quiver with three-bolted Thunder stord,
Of Beril, and careering Fires between;
And the third sacred Morn began to shine
Of radiant Urim, work divinely wrought,
Fulfilld, which to fulfil is all my bliss.
Armd with thy might, rid heavn of these rebelld,
Tha九_九_藏_书_网t thou in me well pleasd, declarst thy will
Hee in Celestial Panoplie all armd [ 760 ]
And from about him fierce Effusion rowld [ 765 ]
Ascended, at his right hand Victorie
Of smoak and bickering flame, and sparkles dire;
Then shall thy Saints unmixt, and from th impure
Unfeigned Halleluiahs to thee sing,
Whereon a Saphir Throne, inlaid with pure
Sate Eagle-wingd, beside him hung h九-九-藏-书-网is Bow
Chariots of God, half on each hand were seen: [ 770 ]
For ever, and in mee all whom thou lovst:
That from thy just obedience could revolt, [ 740 ]
Ineffably into his face receivd,
On the Chrystallin Skie, in Saphir Thrond.
From the right hand of Glorie where he sate,
To chains of darkness, and th undying Worm,
First, Highest, Holiest, Best, thou alwayes seekst
To thir prepard
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ill Mansion driven downIt self instinct with Spirit, but convoyd
And gladlier shall resign, when in the end
By four Cherubic shapes, four Faces each
As is most just; this I my Glorie account,
Over thir heads a chrystal Firmament,
Farr separate, circling thy holy Mount
Flashing thick flames, Wheele within Wheele, undrawn,
And Wings were set with Eyes, with Eyes the wheels [ 755 ]
Thou shalt be 九九藏书网All in All, and I in thee
And thus the filial Godhead answering spake.
Attended with ten thousand thousand Saints,
He onward came, farr off his coming shon,
Amber, and colours of the showrie Arch.
Shon full, he all his Father full exprest [ 720 ]
So said, he ore his Scepter bowing, rose
Dawning through Heavn: forth rushd with whirl-wind sound
Hymns of high praise, and I among them chief. [ 745 ]
Whom 九_九_藏_书_网to obey is happiness entire.
Hee on the wings of Cherub rode sublime
To glorifie thy Son, I alwayes thee, [ 725 ]
And twentie thousand (I thir number heard)
But whom thou hatst, I hate, and can put on
O Father, O Supream of heavnly Thrones,
Image of thee in all things; and shall soon,
The Chariot of Paternal Deitie, [ 750 ]
Thy terrors, as I put thy mildness on, [ 735 ]
My exaltation, and my whole delight,