The glorious lover a divine poem upon the adorable mystery of sinners redemption /

This Sovereign Love our wondrous Subject brings, Our History from those melting Ardours springs. For this great King had a most lovely Son, And had indeed no more save only one, Who was begotten by him, and brought forth Ere Heaven's blew curtains did surround the Earth; Before the World's foundations yet were laid, Times glass turned up, or the Sun's course displayed, This Prince was brought up with him, and did lye, In his dear Bosom from Eternity. He was his only Joy, and hearts delight, Who ever did behold him in his sight. And as he made his Father's heart most glad, He was sole Heir to all the Father had; ⟨p. 4⟩Who freely gave all things into his Hand, And made him Ruler over every Land, Designing still to raise his Dignity Above each Earthly Prince, or Monarchy, And him entitle with a glorious Name, Which none of all the Heavenly Host dare claim. What glory is there in each Seraphim! Yet must they all do Homage unto him; The Cherubims likewise must all submit, And humbly worship at his Royal Feet, With trembling Reverence; for he d•th bear The express Image of his Father dear; And his Majestic Glory doth unfold, Too• right for any creature to behold, Until transformed into an Heavenly mould. The Lustre of his Face, the loveliness Of complete Beauty, and of Holiness. His Personal Sweetness, and Perfections rare, No tongue of men, or Angels, can declare: For, 'tis recorded by unerring Pen, He fairer was than all the Sons of men. Which in its proper place will more appear: But mind at present what doth follow here.

This Sovereign Love our wond'rous Subject brings, Our Hist'ry from those melting Ardours springs. For this great King had a most lovely Son, And had indeed no more save only one, Who was begotten by him, and brought forth E're Heav'ns blew curtains did surround the Earth; Before the World's foundations yet were laid, Times glass turn'd up, or the Sun's course displaid, This Prince was brought up with him, and did lye, In his dear Bosom from Eternity. He was his only Joy, and hearts delight, Who ever did behold him in his sight. And as he made his Father's heart most glad, He was sole Heir to all the Father had; ⟨p. 4⟩Who freely gave all things into his Hand, And made him Ruler over every Land, Designing still to raise his Dignity Above each Earthly Prince, or Monarchy, And him intitle with a glorious Name, Which none of all the Heav'nly Host dare claim. What glory is there in each Seraphim! Yet must they all do Homage unto him; The Cherubims likewise must all submit, And humbly worship at his Royal Feet, With trembling Reverence; for he dth bear The express Image of his Father dear; And his Majestick Glory doth unfold, Too right for any creature to behold, Untill transform'd into an Heav'nly mould. The Lusre of his Face, the loveliness Of compleat Beauty, and of Holiness. His Personal Sweetness, and Perfections rare, No tongue of men, or Angels, can declare: For, 'tis recorded by unerring Pen, He fairer was than all the Sons of men. Which in its proper place will more appear: But mind at present what doth follow here.