Stern justice and soft-smiling love embrace, Supporting, in full majesty, thy throne, When seem'd its majesty to need support, Or that, or man, inevitably lost;
What, but the fathomless of thought divine, Could labour such expedient from despair, And rescue both? both rescue! both exalt! O how are both exalted by the deed! The wondrous deed! or shall I call it more? A wonder in Omnipotence itself! A mystery no less to gods than men !
Not thus, our infidels the Eternal draw, A God all o'er, consummate, absolute, Full-orb'd, in his whole round of rays complete : They set at odds Heaven's jarring attributes; And, with one excellence, another wound; Maim Heaven's perfection, break its equal beams, Bid mercy triumph over — God himself, Undeified by their opprobrious praise : A God all mercy, is a God unjust.
Ye brainless wits! ye baptiz'd infidels ! Ye worse for mending! wash'd to fouler stains! The ransom was paid down; the fund of Heaven, Heaven's inexhaustible, exhausted fund, Amazing, and amaz'd, pour'd forth the price, All price beyond: though curious to compute, Archangels fail'd to cast the mighty sum: Its value vast, ungrasp'd by minds create, For ever hides, and glows, in the Supreme.
And was the ransom paid? it was: and paid (What can exalt the bounty more?) for you! The Sun beheld it- no, the shocking scene
Drove back his chariot: midnight veil'd his face; Not such as this; not such as Nature makes; A midnight Nature shudder'd to behold; A midnight new! a dread eclipse (without Opposing spheres) from her Creator's frown! Sun! didst thou fly thy Maker's pain? Or start At that enormous load of human guilt, [cross; Which bow'd his blessed head; o'erwhelmed his Made groan the centre; burst Earth's marble womb, With pangs, strange pangs! deliver'd of her dead? Hell howl'd; and Heaven that hour let fall a tear; Heaven wept, that men might smile! Heaven bled, that man
And is devotion virtue? 'T is compell'd.
What heart of stone but glows at thoughts like these? Such contemplations mount us; and should mount The mind still higher; nor ever glance on man Unraptur'd, uninflam'd. Where roll my thoughts To rest from wonders? other wonders rise; And strike where'er they roll: my soul is caught: Heaven's sovereign blessings, clustering from the
Rush on her, in a throng, and close her round, The prisoner of amaze ! — in his blest life I see the path, and in his death the price, And in his great ascent the proof supreme Of immortality. . And did he rise?
Hear, O ye nations! hear it, O ye dead! He rose! he rose! he burst the bars of death. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates!
And give the King of glory to come in.
Who is the King of glory? he who left His throne of glory, for the pang of death! Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates! And give the King of glory to come in. Who is the King of glory? he who slew The ravenous foe, that gorg'd all human race! The King of glory, he, whose glory fill'd Heaven with amazement at his love to man; And with divine complacency beheld
Powers most illumin'd, wilder'd in the theme.
The theme, the joy, how then shall man sustain ? Oh the burst gates! crush'd sting! demolish'd [Heaven!
Last gasp! of vanquish'd Death. Shout Earth and This sum of good to man. Whose nature, then, Took wing, and mounted with him from the tomb ! Then, then, I rose; then first humanity Triumphant pass'd the crystal ports of light, (Stupendous guest!) and seiz'd eternal youth, Seiz'd in our name.
E'er since, 't is blasphemous
Was, then, transferr'd to death; and Heaven's du
Unalienably seal'd to this frail frame,
This child of dust - Man, all immortal! hail; Hail, Heaven! all lavish of strange gifts to man! Thine all the glory; man's the boundless bliss.
Where am I rapt by this triumphant theme, On Christian joy's exulting wing, above Th' Aonian mount? Alas! small cause for joy! What if to pain immortal? if extent
Of being, to preclude a close of woe? Where, then, my boast of immortality?
I boast it still, though cover'd o'er with guilt; For guilt, not innocence, his life he pour'd, 'T is guilt alone can justify his death! Nor that, unless his death can justify Relenting guilt in Heaven's indulgent sight. If, sick of folly, I relent; he writes
My name in Heaven, with that inverted spear (A spear deep-dipt in blood!) which pierc'd his side, And open'd there a font for all mankind,
Who strive, who combat crimes, to drink, and live:
This, only this, subdues the fear of death.
And what is this? Survey the wondrous cure: And at each step, let higher wonder rise! "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! Persisted to provoke! though woo'd, and aw'd, Blest, and chastis'd, a flagrant rebel still! A rebel, 'midst the thunders of his throne! Nor I alone! a rebel universe!
My species up in arms! not one exempt! Yet for the foulest of the foul he dies, Most joy'd, for the redeem'd from deepest guilt! 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; Its towering summit lost beyond the thought Of man or angel! O that I could climb The wonderful ascent, with equal praise!
Praise! flow for ever (if astonishment
Will give thee leave :) my praise! for ever flow; Praise ardent, cordial, constant, to high Heaven More fragrant, than Arabia sacrific'd,
And all her spicy mountains in a flame.
So dear, so due to Heaven, shall praise descend, With her soft plume (from plausive angel's wing First pluck'd by man) to tickle mortal ears, Thus diving in the pockets of the great? Is praise the perquisite of every paw,
Though black as Hell, that grapples well for gold? Oh love of gold! thou meanest of amours! Shall praise her odours waste on virtue's dead, Embalm the base, perfume the stench of guilt, Earn dirty bread by washing Ethiops fair, Removing filth, or sinking it from sight, A scavenger in scenes, where vacant posts, Like gibbets yet untenanted, expect
Their future ornaments? From courts and thrones, Return, apostate Praise! thou vagabond! Thou prostitute! to thy first love return, Thy first, thy greatest, once unrivall'd theme. There flow redundant; like Meander flow, Back to thy fountain; to that Parent Power, Who gives the tongue to sound, the thought to soar, The soul to be. Men homage pay to men, Thoughtless beneath whose dreadful eye they bow In mutual awe profound of clay to clay,
Of guilt to guilt; and turn their back on thee, Great Sire! whom thrones celestial ceaseless sing: To prostrate angels, an amazing scene!
O the presumption of man's awe for man!
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