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All Creatures that were in the World below,
There's none them was qualified ſo,
Except it was in merely paſſive Ways,
Were none of them that could their Maker praiſe;
There's one a wanting yet for to become
A praiſing Mouth to the Creation dumb:
As for the Angels, theſe ſo glorious Creatures,
And Animals were of ſuch different Natures,
The one being Spirits pure entire, whereas
The other groſs material Subſtance was;
Their Natures thus remote from one another,
They no Communion then could have together;
Creating Power a Proof did yet remain,
To make a real Compound of the twain.
All other Creatures in Air, Sea or Land,
They all were made by his divine Command;
But here the Council of the great Three-One
Was call'd, and thus they counſelled upon;
This matchleſs Council then did undertake,
That Man in their own Image they ſhould make,
And that all Creatures in Earth, Air and Sea,
Should in Subjection to this Creature be;
Then divine Power unto him did give Birth,
But fram'd his Body of the Duſt or Earth,
But caſt in a more curious Frame and Mould,
Than to imagine ever Angels could;
Of that bit Clay the Potter did produce
A Veſſel fitted for the Maſter's Uſe:
O ſtrange! to ſee ſo glorious a Creature,
Made of ſuch baſe and corrupt Kind of Matter.
Man's Body fram'd by divine Power and Art,
Is but his natural, not his divine Part:
'Tis
