the feet of the choſen, for ever and ever.
Could ten thouſand deaths overcome him? Were not devils and wicked men fools, that imagined to bind him with any ties? What would chains greater then many worlds? What would infinite numbers of mountains of braſs, be to hold him down that he riſe not again. How ‘did this Lion of the tribe of Judah’ rouſe himſelf from the ſleep of death, like a mighty man after wine? and made heaveu and earth, and all to quake! Who but the Standard-bearer among ten thouſand? Who but the Prince of the kings of the earth? Who, but the mighty Captain of the Lord’s hoſts could have done ſo valiantly? Thou only has done heroically, O Well Beloved. You little heroes of time, your magnanimity, and heroic acts vanish here: even tho‘ you had done all you did, in your own ſtrength and not by his. What tho‘ you ſubdued kingdoms, wrought righteouſneſs ſtopped the mouths, of lion, quenched the violence of ⟨fire⟩ through weakneſs was made ſtrong, put to ⟨flight⟩ the armies of the aliens? All theſe were ⟨done⟩ through faith in him. Yet what have ye done? Could you have trode the wine-preſs alone? and drunk the cup of the wrath of the almighty, from brim to bottom? Could you have ſtood in the gap, when infinite eternal vengeance, like a mighty flood, was cruſhing in upon rebellious mankind? Who elſe could, have turned back the mighty current of ſuch floods of wrath? and pacified offended Majesty,
