Ye flaming Powers, and winged Warriours bright,
That erst with Musick, and triumphant
First heard by happy watchful Shepherds ear,
So sweetly sung your Joy the Clouds
Through the soft silence of the list'ning night;
Now mourn, and if sad share with us to
Your fiery essence can distill no tear,
Burn in your sighs, and
Seas wept from our deep sorrow,
He who with all Heav'ns heraldry whileare Enter'd the world, now bleeds to give us ease;
Alas, how soon our sin Sore doth begin His Infancy to sease!
O more exceeding love or law more just?
Just law indeed, but more exceeding love!
For we by rightfull doom
Were lost in death, till he that dwelt
High thron'd in secret bliss, for us frail
Emptied his glory, ev'n to nakednes;
And that great Cov'nant which we still
Intirely satisfi'd,
And the full wrath
Of vengeful Justice bore for our excess,
And seals obedience first with wounding
This day, but O ere
Huge pangs and
Will pierce more neer his heart.
