That from thy just obedience could revolt,Whom to obey is happiness entire.Then shall thy Saints unmixt, and from th' impureFarr separate, circling thy holy MountUnfained Halleluiahs to thee sing,Hymns of high praise, and I among them chief.So said, he o're his Scepter bowing, roseFrom the right hand of Glorie where he sate,And the third sacred Morn began to shineDawning through Heav'n: forth rush'd with whirlwind sound
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The Chariot of Paternal Deitie,Flashing thick flames, Wheele within Wheele undrawn,It self instinct with Spirit, but convoydBy four Cherubic shapes, four Faces eachHad wondrous, as with Starrs thir bodies allAnd Wings were set with Eyes, with Eyes the WheelsOf Beril, and careering Fires between;Over thir heads a chrystal Firmament,Whereon a Saphir Throne, inlaid with pureAmber, and colours of the showrie Arch.
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Hee in Celestial Panoplie all armdOf radiant Urim, work divinely wrought,Ascended, at his right hand VictorieSate Eagle-wing'd, beside him hung his BowAnd Quiver with three-bolted Thunder stor'd,And from about him fierce Effusion rowldOf smoak and bickering flame, and sparkles dire;Attended with ten thousand thousand Saints,He onward came, farr off his coming shon,And twentie thousand (I thir number heard)
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Chariots of God, half on each hand were seen:Hee on the wings of Cherub rode sublimeOn the Crystallin Skie, in Saphir Thron'd.Illustrious farr and wide, but by his ownFirst seen, them unexpected joy surpriz'd,When the great Ensign of Messiah blaz'dAloft by Angels born, his Sign in Heav'n:Under whose Conduct Michael soon reduc'dHis Armie, circumfus'd on either Wing,Under thir Head imbodied all in one.
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Before him Power Divine his way prepar'd;At his command the uprooted Hills retir'dEach to his place, they heard his voice and wentObsequious, Heav'n his wonted face renewd,And with fresh Flourets Hill and Valley smil'd.This saw his hapless Foes, but stood obdur'd,And to rebellious fight rallied thir PowersInsensate, hope conceiving from despair.In heav'nly Spirits could such perverseness dwell?But to convince the proud what Signs availe,
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Or Wonders move th' obdurate to relent?They hard'nd more by what might most reclame,Grieving to see his Glorie, at the sightTook envie, and aspiring to his highth,Stood reimbattell'd fierce, by force or fraudWeening to prosper, and at length prevaileAgainst God and Messiah, or to fallIn universal ruin last, and nowTo final Battel drew, disdaining flight,Or faint retreat; when the great Son of God