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      Lie vanquisht; thou hast givn me to possess

      Life in my self for ever, by thee I live,

      Though now to Death I yeild, and am his due

      All that of me can die, yet that debt paid,

      Thou wilt not leave me in the loathsom grave

      His prey, nor suffer my unspotted Soule

      For ever with corruption there to dwell;

      But I shall rise Victorious, and subdue

      My Vanquisher, spoild of his vanted spoile;

      Death his deaths wound shall then receive, & stoop

      Inglorious, of his mortall sting disarm’d.

      I through the ample Air in Triumph high

      Shall lead Hell Captive maugre Hell, and show

      The powers of darkness bound. Thou at the sight

      Pleas’d, out of Heaven shalt look down and smile,

      While by thee rais’d I ruin all my Foes,

      Death last, and with his Carcass glut the Grave:

      Then with the multitude of my redeemd

      Shall enter Heaven long absent, and returne,

      Father, to see thy face, wherein no cloud

      Of anger shall remain, but peace assur’d,

      And reconcilement; wrauth shall be no more

      Thenceforth, but in thy presence Joy entire.

      His words here ended, but his meek aspect

      Silent yet spake, and breath’ d immortal love

      To mortal men, above which only shon

      Filial obedience: as a sacrifice

      Glad to be offer’d, he attends the will

      Of his great Father. Admiration seis’d

      All Heav’n, what this might mean, & whither tend

      Wondring; but soon th’ Almighty thus reply’d:

      O thou in Heav’n and Earth the only peace

      Found out for mankind under wrauth, O thou

      My sole complacence! well thou know’st how dear,

      To me are all my works, nor Man the least

      Though last created, that for him I spare

      Thee from my bosom and right hand, to save,

      By loosing thee a while, the whole Race lost.

      Thou therefore whom thou only canst redeeme,

      Thir Nature also to thy Nature joyne;

      And be thy self Man among men on Earth,

      Made flesh, when time shall be, of Virgin seed,

      By wondrous birth: Be thou in Adams room

      The Head of all mankind, though Adams Son.

      As in him perish all men, so in thee

      As from a second root shall be restor’d,

      As many as are restor’d, without thee none.

      His crime makes guiltie all his Sons, thy merit

      Imputed shall absolve them who renounce

      Thir own both righteous and unrighteous deeds,

      And live in thee transplanted, and from thee

      Receive new life. So Man, as is most lust,

      Shall satisfie for Man, be judg’d and die,

      And dying rise, and rising with him raise

      His Brethren, ransomd with his own dear life.

      So Heav’nly love shall outdoo Hellish hate,

      Giving to death, and dying to redeeme,

      So dearly to redeem what Hellish hate

      So easily destroy’d, and still destroyes

      In those who, when they may, accept not grace.

      Nor shalt thou by descending to assume

      Mans Nature, less’n or degrade thine owne.

      Because thou hast, though Thron’d in highest bliss

      Equal to God, and equally enjoying

      God-like fruition, quitted all to save

      A World from utter loss, and hast been found

      By Merit more then Birthright Son of God,

      Found worthiest to be so by being Good,

      Farr more then Great or High; because in thee

      Love hath abounded more then Glory abounds,

      Therefore thy Humiliation shall exalt

      With thee thy Manhood also to this Throne;

      Here shalt thou sit incarnate, here shalt Reigne

      Both God and Man, Son both of God and Man,

      Anointed universal King; all Power

      I give thee, reign for ever, and assume

      Thy Merits; under thee as Head Supream

      Thrones, Princedoms, Powers, Dominions I reduce:

      All knees to thee shall bow, of them that bide

      In Heaven, or Earth, or under Earth in Hell;

      When thou attended gloriously from Heav’n

      Shalt in the Skie appeer, and from thee send

      The summoning Arch-Angels to proclaime

      Thy dread Tribunal: forthwith from all Windes

      The living, and forthwith the cited dead

      Of all past Ages to the general Doom

      Shall hast’n, such a peal shall rouse thir sleep.

      Then all thy Saints assembl’d, thou shalt judge

      Bad men and Angels, they arraignd shall sink

      Beneath thy Sentence; Hell, her numbers full,

      Thenceforth shall be for ever shut. Mean while

      The World shall burn, and from her ashes spring

      New Heav’n and Earth, wherein the just shall dwell

      And after all thir tribulations long

      See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds,

      With Joy and Love triumphing, and fair Truth.

      Then thou thy regal Scepter shalt lay by,

      For regal Scepter then no more shall need,

      God shall be All in All. But all ye Gods,

      Adore him, who to compass all this dies,

      Adore the Son, and honour him as mee.

      No sooner had th’ Almighty ceas’t, but all

      The multitude of Angels with a shout

      Loud as from numbers without number, sweet

      As from blest voices, uttering joy, Heav’n rung

      With Jubilee, and loud Hosannas fill’d

      Th’ eternal Regions: lowly reverent

      Towards either Throne they bow, & to the ground

      With solemn adoration down they cast

      Thir

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