298 REDEMPTION.
When the last sigh from Calvary arose,
The chariot of the Father instant stood.
Instinct with life it rolls, begirt with flame,
And midst the flame a throne of amber glows ;
Above, the likeness of four living forms
Appear, cherubic, each from each diverse,
With faces four, four wings distent, and hands;
Beaming with eyes innum'rable, each part,
As glows th' ethereal vast, with gleaming stars.
Over their heads, imbow'd with crystal, shone
A firmament, in amethystine hues,
And sapphire set, beryl, agate and gold,
A gorgeous canopy extending wide.
Wheel within wheel, quadrate it moved, if moved,
Swifter than thought, sounding as troubled seas,
Or as the most High's voice, when from between
The cherubim he speaks, or when the sky
He clouds with blacken'd mists and nitrous fumes.
As spirit will'd it moved, or stood, when stood,
Obedient to the voice its motions ruled.
Victor o'er death, from Calvary released,
The Son, now with th' Almighty's thunder cloth'd,
Immediate his sapphire throne assumes,
And onward swift, (how swift nor words can tell,
Nor thought conceive,) right royally down tow'rds
The confines of th' infernal foes, he drives.
Terror his frowning visage fiercely brows,
Fire from his face flames, light'ning from his eyes,
Till clouds of smoke beneath his chariot roll,
And darkness close pavilions him around.
He bows the heav'ns as he onward speeds,
And draws heav'ns flaming legions in his train,
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