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

Here he with's Father in great state did sit, Whilst millions bowed themselves unto his Feet. Here 'twas he kept his Court, here was his Throne, From hence through all the World his Glory shone. And if ought could unto his Greatness add, Mark what a rich Retinue there he had. He Servants kept of very high Degree, Who did bow down to him continually. Though they were Nobles all, and far more high Than proudest of the Roman Monarchy; And mighty great in Power too are they; For one alone did no less Number slay Than near two hundred thousand in one night, Of Valiant Soldiers, trained up to fight. These Troops still ready stood at his command, To execute his will in every Land. ⟨p. 12⟩Of them he'd an Innumerable Host, Though some of them in ancient times were lost: Yet the selected number Millions were, Who still to him do true Allegiance bear: True Love and Zeal burned in their breasts, like fire▪ To do his Will's their business and desire: 'Tis his gre•• •••'rest which they wholly mind, Aiding his Friends, […] welfare they designed: And likewise evermore to frustrate those, Who did their Prince's Sovereignty oppose. Their Nature's quick and clear, as Beams of light: Creatures too pure for Mortals grosser sight. And if we shall consider well their worth, Mere Empty Nothings are all Kings 'oath Earth, When to these Servants they compared be; So much excels their glorious Dignity. What of their Sovereign Lord then shall we say, On whom they do attend both night and day? When they before his dazzling Throne appear, Their Heavenly faces straight way covered are; As if not able on his Face to look; Or else with glorious blushings, Heaven-struck.

Here he with's Father in great state did sit, Whilst millions bow'd themselves unto his Feet. Here 'twas he kept his Court, here was his Throne, From hence through all the World his Glory shone. And if ought could unto his Greatness add, Mark what a rich Retinue there he had. He Servants kept of very high Degree, Who did bow down to him continually. Though they were Nobles all, and far more high Than proudest of the Roman Monarchy; And mighty great in Power too are they; For one alone did no less Number slay Than near two hundred thousand in one night, Of Valaint Souldiers, trained up to fight. These Troops still ready stood at his command, To execute his will in every Land. ⟨p. 12⟩