A GLIMPSE OF GLORY.
death, like a mighty man after wine; and made heaven 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 haft done heroically, O Well beloved. You little heroes of time, your magnanimity, and heroic acts evaniſh here: even though you had done all you did, in your own ſtrength, and not by his; 'What tho' you ſubdued kingdoms, wrought righteoufneſs, ſtopped the mouths of lions, quenched the violence of fire, through weakneſs became ſtrong, put to flight the armies of the aliens?' All theſe were done thro' 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 ruſhing in upon rebellious mankind? Who elſe could have turned back the mighty current of ſuch floods of wrath? and pacified offended Majeſty, bringing rebels to ſtoop, and be received into mercy and favour again? Who other could have given hell ſuch a blow as it ſhall never be able to riſe? and raiſed men and angels to ſuch a pitch, as that they ſhall never fall? Who other could have led captivity captive, and purchaſed gifts for men, even for the rebellious? Who other could have opened the gates of this celeſtial Paradiſe, ſhut upon baſe, ungrateful man? and exalted him, by thouſands of ſtages, to more glory and excellency than he fell from? Thou art all in all, thou art marrowleſs, O WELL BELOVED! no more compariſons betwixt thee and creatures. Hide yourſelves, and be confounded, all lower excellencies; be ye
