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Themselves invaded next, and on their heads
680 Son in whose face invisible is beheld Visibly, what by deity, I am,
And in whose hand what by decree I do,
695 And to disorder'd rage let loose the reins, With mountains as with weapons arm’d, which makes Wild work in Heav'n, and dange’rous to the main. Two days are therefore past, the third is thine ; For thee I have ordain'd it, and thus far
700 Have suffer'd, that the glory may be thine Of ending this great war, since none but Thou Can end it. Into thee such virtue' and grace Immense I have transfus'd, that all
know In Heav'n and Hell thy pow'r above compare ;
705 And this perverse commotion govern'd thus, To manifest thee worthiest to be Heir Of all things, to be Heir and to be King By sacred unction, thy deserved right. Go then thou Mightiest in thy Father's might, 716 Ascend my chariot, guide the rapid wheels That shake Heav'n's basis, bring forth all my war,
My bow and thunder, my almighty arms
direct Shone full; he all his Father full express’d 720 Ineffably into his face receiv'd; And thus the filial Godhead answ'ring spake.
O Father, O Supreme of heav'nly Thrones, First, Highest, Holiest, Best, thou always seek'it To glorify thy Son, I always thee,
725 As is most just; this I my glory' account, My exaltation, and my whole delight, That thou in me well pleas’d, declar'st thy will Fulfill'd, which to fulfil is all my bliss. Scepter and pow'r, thy giving, I affume, 730 And gladlier shall resign, when in the end Thou shalt be all in all, and I in thee For ever, and in me all whom thou lov'st : But whom thou hat'st, I hate, and can put on Thy terrors, as I put thy mildness on,
735 Image of thee in all things; and shall soon, Arm’d with thy might, rid Heav'n of these rebellid, To their prepar’d ill mansion driven down, To chains of darkness, and th’ undying worm, Thrat from thy just obedience could revolt, 749 Whom to obey is happiness entire. Then shall thy Saints unmix'd, and from th' impure
Far separate, circling thy holy mount
So said, he o'er his fcepter bowing, rose
765 Of finoke and bickering flame and sparkles dire : Attended with ten thousand thousand Saints, He onward came, far off his coming shone; And twenty thousand (I their number heard) Chariots of God, half on each hand were seen : He on the wings of Cherub rode sublime On the crystallin fky, in fapbir thron'd,
Illustrious far and wide, but by his own
780 At his command th' uprooted hills retir'd Each to his place; they heard his voice, and went Obsequious; Heav'n his wonted face renew'd, And with fresh flow'rets hill and valley smil'd. This saw his hapless foes, but stood obdur’d, 785 And to rebellious fight rallied their Powers Insensate, hope conceiving from despair. In heav'nly Spi'rits could fuch perverseness dwell? But to convince the proud what signs avail, Or wonders move th' obdurate to relent?
790 They harden’d more by what might most reclame, Grieving to see his glory, at the fight Took
envy; and aspiring to his highth, Stood reimbattel'd fierce, by force or fraud Weening to prosper, and at length prevail 795 Against God and Messiah, or to fall In universal ruin last; and now To final battel drew, disdaining flight, Or faint retreat; when the great Son of God To all his holt on either hand thus fpake.
800 Stand still in bright array, ye Saints, here stand Ye Angels arm'd, this day from battel rest;