Not thus, our infidels th' eternal draw, A God all o'er, confummate, abfolute, Full orb'd, in his whole round of rays complete: And, with one excellence, another wound; 225 Maim heaven's perfection, break its equal beams, 230 Undeify'd by their opprobrious praise: Ye brainless wits! ye baptiz'd infidels! Ye worse for mending! wafh'd to fouler stains! Amazing, and amaz'd, pour'd forth the price, you. Drove back his chariot: midnight veil'd his face; 235 240 245 250 Sun! didft thou fly thy Maker's pain? Or start Which bow'd his bleffed head; o'erwhelm'd his cross; Made groan the centre; burft earth's marble womb, With pangs, strange pangs! deliver'd of her dead? 255 Hell howl'd; and heaven that hour let fall a tear; Heaven wept,that men might fmile! heaven bled,that man Might never die ! And is devotion virtue? "Tis compell'd. What heart of ftone but glows at thoughts like thefe? 260 And ftrike where'er they roll: my foul is caught: 265 270 Hear, O ye nations! hear it, O ye dead! He rofe! he rose! he burst the bars of death. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates! And give the king of glory to come in. 275 Who is the king of glory? he who left His throne of glory, for the pang of death ! Lift up your heads, ye everlafting gates! And give the king of glory to come in. Who is the king of glory? he who flew 280 The ravenous foe, that gorg'd all human race! And with divine complacency beheld. Powers moft illumin'd, wilder'd in the theme. 285 The theme, the joy, how then thall man fuftain ? Oh the burft gates! crufh'd fting! demolish'd throne ! Laft gafp! of vanquish'd death. Shout earth and heaven! This fum of good to man. Whofe natures then, Took wing, and mounted with him from the tomb! 290 Then, then, I rofe; then first bumanity Triumphant paft the cryftal ports of light, (Stupendous guest!) and feiz'd eternal youth,. Seiz'd in our name. E'er fince, 'tis blafphemous To call man mortal. Man's mortality 295 Was, then, transferr'd to death; and heaven's duration This child of duft-Ma n, all-immortal! hail; Where am I rapt by this triumphant theme, 300 Of being, to preclude a close of woe? Where, then, my boast of immortality? 305 I boast it ftill, though cover'd o'er with guilt; "Tis guilt alone can justify his death; 310 (A Spear (A fpear deep-dipt in blood!) which pierc'd his fide, And open'd there a font for all mankind, 315 Who ftrive, who combat crimes, to drink, and live: This, only this, fubdues the fear of death. And what is this?—Survey the wondrous cure: And at each step, let higher wonder rife! 46 Pardon for infinite offence! and pardon Through means that speak its value infinite! "A pardon bought with blood! with blood divine! "With blood divine of him, I made my foe! "Perfifted to provoke ! though woo'd, and aw'd,. "Bleft, and chastis'd, a flagrant rebel ftill! "Á rebel,,'midft the thunders of his throne ! " Nor I alone! a rebel universe ! 46 My fpecies up in arms! not one exempt! "Yet for the fouleft of the foul, he dies, 320 325 "Moft joy'd, for the redeem'd from deepest guilt! 330 "As if our race were held of highest rank; "And Godhead dearer, as more kind to man!" Bound, every heart! and every bosom, burn! O what a scale of miracles is here! Its lowest round, high planted on the skies; 335 Will give thee leave): my praife! for ever flow; 340 Praife ardent, cordial, conftant, to high heaven More fragrant, than Arabia facrific'd, And all her spicy mountains in a flame. So So dear, fo due to heaven, shall praise descend, With her foft plume (from plaufive angels wing 345 350 Though black as hell, that grapples well for gold? 335 Their future ornaments? From courts and thrones, Return, apoftate praife! thou vagabond! 360 Thou proftitute! to thy firft love return, Thoughtless beneath whose dreadful eye they bow 365 Of guilt to guilt; and turn their back on thee, 370 O the prefumption of man's awe for man! What, |