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Go then thou mightiest in thy father's might,
Ascend my chariot, guide the rapid wheels
That Thake heav'n's basis, bring forth all my war,
My bow and thunder, my almightie arms
Gird on, and sword upon thy puissant thigh;
Pursue these fons of darkness, drive them out
From all heav'n's bounds into the utter deep :
There let them learn, as likes them, to despise
God and Meffiak his anointed king,
He said, and on his son with rays direct
Shon full, he all his father full exprest
Ineffable into his face receiv'd,
And thus the filial godhead answering fpake.'
O father, O supream of heav'nly thrones,
First, highest, holiest, best, thou always seekit
To glorifie thy son, I always thee,
As is most juft; this I' my glorie account,
My exaltation, and my whole delight,
That thou ip me well pleas’d, declarft thy will
Fulfill' which to fulfil is all my bliss.
Scepter and power, thy giving, I assume,
And gladlier Thall resign, when in the end
Thou shalt be all in all, and I in thee
For ever, and in me all whom thou lov'ft :
But whom thou hat'st, I hate, and can put on
Thy terrors, as I put thy mildness on,
Image of thee in all things, and shall foon,
Arri'd with thy might, rid heav'n of these rebellid,
To their prepar'd ill mansion driven down
To chains of darkness, and th’undying worm,
That from thy just obedience could revolt,
Whom to obey is happiness entire.
Then shall thy faints unmixt, and from th'impure
Far separate, circling thy holy mount
Unfained hallelujahs to thee fing,
Hymns of high praise, and I among them chief,
So faid, he o’re his scepter bowing, rose
From the right hand of glorie where he fate,
And the third facred morn began to shine
Dawning through heav'n: forth ruth'd with whirlwind
The chariot of paternal deitie,
Flashing thick flames, wheel within wheel undrawn,
Itself instinct with spirit, but convoy'd
By four cherubic shapes, four faces each
Had wondrous, as with stars their bodies all
And wings were set with eyes, with eyes the wheels
Of beril, and careering fires between ;
Over their heads a chrystal firmament,
Whereon a saphir throne, inlaid with purs
Amber, and colours of the showrie arch.
He in celestial panoplie all arm’d
Of radiant Urim, work divinely rought,
Ascended, at his right hand victorie
Sate eagle-wing d, beside him hung his bow
And quiver with three-bolted thunder stor’d,
And from about him fierce effusion rowl'd
Of smoak and bickering flame, and sparkles dire;
Attended with ten thousand thousand saints,
He onward came, far off his coming Thon,
And twentie thousand (I their number hear'd)
Chariots of God, half on each hand were seen a
He on the wings of cherub rode sublime.
On the chrystallin skie, in saphir thron'd.
Illustrious far and wide, but by his own.
First seen, them unexpected joy surpriz'd,-
When the great ensign of Messiah blaz’d
Aloft by angels born, his sign in heav'n:
Under whose conduct Michael soon reduc'd
His armie, circumfus'd on either wing,
Under their head imbodied all in one.
Before him power divine his way prepar'd;.
At his command the uprooted hills retir'd
Each to his place, they heard his voice and went
Obsequious, heav'n his wonted face renew'd,
And with fresh flourets hill and valley smild..
This saw his hapless foes, but stood obdur'd,
And to rebellious fight rallied their powers
Insensate, hope conceiving from despair.
In heav'nly spirits could such perverseness dwell ?
But to convince the proud what signs availe,
Or wonders move th’obdurate to relent?
They hard’n’d more by what might most reclaim,
Grieving to see his glorie, at the light
Took envie, and aspiring to his highth,
Stood reimbattellid fierce, by force or fraud
Weening to prosper, and at length prevail
Against God and Messiah, or to fall
In universal ruin last, and now
To final battel drew, disdaining fight,
Or faint retreat; when the great son of God
To all his host on either hand thus fpake.
Stand still in bright array ye faints, here stand:
Ye angels arm’d, this day from battle reft ;
Faithful hath been your warfare, and of God
Accepted, fearless in his righteous caufe,
And as ye have receiv'd, fo have ye done
Invincibly; but of this cursed crew
The punishment to other hand belongs,
Vengeance is his, or whose he fole appoints ;
Number to this day's work is not ordain'd
Nor multitude, stand only and behold
God's indignation on these godless pourd
By me; not you but me they have despisid,
Yet envied ; against me is all their rage,
Because the father, t'whom in heav'n fupream
Kingdom and power and glorie appertains,
Hath honour'd me according to his will,
Therefore to me their doom he hath affign'd;
That they may have their with, to trie with me
In battle which the ftronger proves, they all,
Or I alone against them, since by strength
They measure all, of other excellence
Not emulous, nor care who them excells;
Nor other strife with them do I voutsafe.
So spake the son, and into terrour chang'd
His count'nance too severe to be beheld
And full of wrauth bent on his enemies.
At once the four spred out their starrie wings
With dreadful Tade contiguous, and the orbes
Of his fierce chariot rowld, as with the found
Of torrent foods, or of a numerous host.
He on his impious foes right onward drove,
Glomie as night; under his burning wheels
The stedfalt empyrean thook throughout,
All but the throne itself of God. Full roon
Among them he arriv'd ; in his right hand
Grasping ten thousand thunders, which he sent
Before him, such as in their fouls infix'd
Plagues; they astonisht alt resistance lost,
All courage; down their idle weapons drop'd ;
O're fields and helmes, and helmed heads he rode.:
Of thrones and mighty feraphim proftrate,
That with'd the mountains now might be again
Thrown on them as a shelter from his ire.
Nor less on either fide tempeftuous fell
His arrows, from the fourfold-vifag'd foure,
Distinct with eyes, and from the living wheels,
Diftinet alike with multitude of eyes,
One fpirit in them ruld, and every eye
Glar'd lightning, and that forth pernicious fire
Among the accurft, that wither'd all their strength;:
And of their wonted vigour left them drain'd,
Exhausted, fpiritless, afflicted, fall’n.
Yet half his strength he put not forth, but check'd
His thunder in mid volie, for he meant
Not to destroy, but root them out of hear'n::
The overthrown ħe rais'd, and as a herd
Of goats or timerous flock together throngid
Drove them before him thunder-struck, pursu'd
With terrors and with furies to the bounds
And chrystal wall of heav'n, which op’ning wide,
Rowl'd inward, and a spacious gap disclos'd
Into the waftful deep; the monitrous fight
Strook them with horror backward, but far worfe
Urgʻd them behind; headlong themfelves they threw