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

Awake my Muse! I hear the Prince is come; Go and attend him, view the very Room Where he at first doth lodge: see how they treat A King, whose Power is so exceeding great. Much Rumour of his coming, I am told, Was spread abroad amongst them there of old, And many waiting for him, longed to see What kind of King and Person he should be. Oh! what provision now to entertain Him did they make? my Soul's in grievous pain To hear of this. Doth not the Trumpet sound, And Joy and melody sweetly abound In the hearts of all, who heard of this good News? How did they carry it to him, or how use This lovely One, whom Angels do adore, And Glorious Seraphims fall down before? ⟨p. 19⟩Ah! how methinks should they now look about Some curious stately Structure to find out, Some Prince's Palace for his Residence, Or strong fair Castle for his safe Defence! Don't people leap for Joy, whilst Angels sing, To welcome in their long expected King? Do not the Conduits through all streets combine, In stead of Water, wholly to run Wine? Do not great Swarms of people 'bout him sly, Like to some strange and glorious Prodigy?

AWake my Muse! I hear the Prince is come; Go and attend him, view the very Room Where he at first doth lodg: see how they treat A King, whose Pow'r is so exceeding great. Much Rumor of his coming, I am told, Was spread abroad amongst them there of old, And many waiting for him, long'd to see What kind of King and Person he should be. Oh! what provision now to entertain Him did they make? my Soul's in grevious pain To hear of this. Doth not the Trumpet sound, And Joy and melody sweetly abound I'th hearts of all, who heard of this good News? How did they carry't to him, or how use This lovely One, whom Angels do adore, And Glorious Seraphims fall down before? ⟨p. 19⟩Ah! how methinks should they now look about Some curious stately Structure to find out, Some Prince's Palace for his Residence, Or strong fair Castle for his safe Defence! Don't people leap for Joy, whil'st Angels sing, To welcome in their long expected King? Do not the Conduits through all streets combine, In stead of Water, wholly to run Wine? Do not great Swarms of people 'bout him sly, Like to some strange and glorious Prodigy?