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Who praise, dominion, fealty receives. This is the King of Glory, Lord of might, He opes the gates of heaven to his saints, Opes ne'er to close, till all his saints arrived, Glad entrance find, and everlasting peace."
Thus they Messias hymn'd with sweet accord, His acts in choral symphonies entoned Of measured harmony and dulcet notes ; Praised him with sound of trumpet, martial blown, Temper'd with psaltry, sambuc, lute and harp, And tinkling cymbals join'd in choir replete. Strong, lively, full, majestic rolFd their chords, Celestial love inspired, harmonious sounds, With cadence orotund, concentous breath'd ; Not wanting varied tones, in unison Of rare composed, best suiting sense sublime ; Such concord as but heavenly souls extill. No feeble voice asper'd reluctant praise, None mute, withheld him laud, or mezzo drawl' d Faint melody, with sotto voice depress' d. All heav'n with rapture sang, with rapture praised, And grateful fragrance breath'd, incense of love, Pleasing to Deity supreme enthroned ; Who, from the midst of unapproached light, Empyreal effluence serene, wherein From all eternity he dwelt, look'd down, And saw the sanctities of heaven, and saints, Cortege enraptured of his Son ; saw Him, The brightness of his glory, increate, Form of his substance, image full express'd, Advance. Heaven's solid base shook as he rode, Shook and bow'd down to meet her coming Lord;
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