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The glorious lover a divine poem upon the adorable mystery of sinners redemption /
The glorious lover a divine poem upon the adorable mystery of sinners redemption / by B.K., author of War with the Devil.
London: printed by J.D. for Christopher Hussey, 1679
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
The Excellencies and Perfections of the glorious King, the Lord JEHOVAH, discovered: Showing how he had but one Son, the express Image of the Father, the delight and joy of his Heart; and of the glorious and eternal Design of this most High and Everlasting JEHOVAH to dispose of his Son in Marriage. Moreover, how the matter was propounded by the Father, and whom he had chose to be the intended Spouse. Showing also how the Prince readily consented to the Proposal; and of his first grand and glorious Achievements in order to the Accomplishment of this happy Design.
The Excellencies and Perfections of the glorious King, the Lord JEHOVAH, discovered: Shewing how he had but one Son, the express Image of the Father, the delight and joy of his Heart; and of the glorious and eternal Design of this most High and Everlasting JEHOVAH to dispose of his Son in Marriage. Moreover, how the matter was propounded by the Father, and whom he had chose to be the intended Spouse. Shewing also how the Prince readily consented to the Proposal; and of his first grand and glorious Atchievements in order to the Accomplishment of this happy Design.
IN the fair Regions of approachless Light, Where unmixed Joys with perfect Love unite; Where youth ne'er wastes, nor Beauty ever fades, Where no disease, nor paining-grief, invades; There reigns, and long hath reigned, a mighty King, From whom all Honours, and all Riches spring; His vast Dominions reach from Pole to Pole, No Realm nor Nation but he could control; ⟨p. 2⟩So great his Power, there never yet could be, An absolute Monarch in the World but he. What e'er seemed good to him, he freely did, And nothing from his piercing Eye was hid. To him the mighty Nimrods all did Bow, And none durst boldly question, What dost Thou▪ Justice and Wisdom waited on his Throne, And through the World his Clemency was know▪ His Glory so Illustrious and Bright, It sparkled forth, and dazzled Mortals sight. Immense his Being; for in every Land He present was, and by each Soul did stand. No Spies he needed for Intelligence In Foreign parts, to bring him Tidings thence. And vain to him was Court-dissemblers Art, He saw each corner of the subtlest heart, Viewed acts unborn, and plain discoveries wrought Ere labouring Fancy once could mould a Though Beheld mens minds clearly, as were their faces, And uncontain'd, at once did fill all Places; His awful frown could make the Mountains shake And Stoutest hearts of Haughty Princes quake. All things were his, who did them first compose, And by his wisdom doth them still dispose; To serve his Friends, and to destroy his Foes. His Azure Throne with Holiness is spread, The pure in heart alone his Court may tread; No vicious Gallant, Proud, Imperious, Vain, In Court, nor Kingdom will he entertain.