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

Such, such his Court, such his Attendants were: Who could with this great Prince of light compare? Oh what Celestial Glory didst thou leave, Almost beyond mans credence to believe! That thou shouldst thus thy Fathers house forsake, And such a tedious dismal Journey make! ⟨p. 13⟩Could not that charming, Melody above, Allure thy thoughts and, hinder thy remove? Oh no! there's nothing can retard thy Love. Hark how the glorious Seraphims do sing, Whose warbling notes do make the Heavens ring! What Mortals ever did such Music hear? Spirits made perfect, are quite ravished there. Oh! how they listen whilst the Strains rise higher, And joining gladly with the All-charming Quire, Sing forth aloud, inspired with his flame, All Glory, Glory, Glory to his Name. One strain of this Celestial Harmony, Could Mortals hear, they soon would thither fly: They straight would shake off all their carnal shackles And quit these dull and loathsome Tabernacles; Like towering Larks, still upwards would they soar, And ravished, would think of Earth no more: Or like to herds of Cattle, great and small, They•d leave their feedings, and run thither all. But yet could not this lovely Paradise, These Honours, or this Melody entice The love-sick Prince unto a longer stay, So much he longed for the Marriage day: No thing could his Design divert, or move; So constant was he in his Royal Love.

Such, such his Court, such his Attendants were: Who could with this great Prince of light compare? Oh what Celestial Glory didst thou leave, Almost beyond mans credence to believe! That thou shouldst thus thy Fathers house forsake, And such a tedious dismal Journey make! ⟨p. 13⟩Could not that charming, Melody above, Allure thy thoughts and, hinder thy remove? Oh no! there's nothing can retard thy Love. Hark how the glorious Seraphims do sing, Whose warbling notes do make the Heavens ring! What Mortals ever did such Musick hear? Spirits made perfect, are quite ravisht there. Oh! how they listen whilst the Strains rise higher, And joyning gladly with th'All-charming Quire, Sing forth aloud, inspired with his flame, All Glory, Glory, Glory to his Name. One strain of this Celestial Harmony, Could Mortals hear, they soon would thither fly: They straight would shake off all their carnal shackles And quit these dull and loathsom Tabernacles; Like towring Larks, still upwards would they soar, And ravished, would think of Earth no more: Or like to herds of Cattel, great and small, Theyd leave their feedings, and run thither all. But yet could not this lovely Paradise, These Honours, or this Melody intice The love-sick Prince unto a longer stay, So much he longed for the Marriage day: No thing could his Design divert, or move; So constant was he in his Royal Love.