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Successive, what, in speech of creatures, seems
Long narrative, tho' long, yet losing much,
My servants long approved, my faithful sons! Angels of glory, Thrones, Dominions, Powers ! Well pleased, this morning, I have seen the speed
Of your obedience, gathering round my throne, In order due, and well-becoming garb;
Illustrious, as I see, beyond your wont,
As was my wish, to glorify this day.
And now what your assembling means, attend.
This day concludes the destiny of man: The hour, appointed from eternity,
To judge the earth, in righteousness, is come; To end the war of Sin, that long has fought, Permitted, against the sword of Holiness;
To give to men and devils, as their works,
Recorded in my all-remembering book,
I find; good to the good, and great reward
Long have I stood, as ye, my sons, well know, Between the cherubim, and stretched my arms Of mercy out, inviting all to come
To me, and live ; my bowels long have moved With great compassion; and my justice passed Transgression by, and not imputed sin.
Long here, upon my everlasting throne,
I have beheld my love and mercy scorned;
Have seen my laws despised, my name blas
My providence accused, my gracious plans
Opposed; and long, too long, have I beheld
The wicked triumph, and my saints reproached
Unanswered still, their prayers and their tears,
Released. Nor long shall groan: the hour of
The final hour of grace is fully past.
The time accepted for repentance, faith,
And Justice unaccompanied, as wont,
With Mercy, now goes forth, to give to all
Could do? Did I not revelation make,
Plainly and clearly, of my will entire ?
To them gratuitous, exacting faith
Alone for pardon, works evincing faith?
With signs and wonders, working in my name?
As I saw needful, great, religious men,
Gifted by me with large capacity,
And by my arm omnipotent upheld,
To pour the numbers of my mercy forth,
What more could most abundant mercy do?
Did I not send Immanuel forth, my Son,
As many as believed upon his name?
Did he not die to give repentance, such
Has he not taught, beseeched, and shed abroad
What means of reformation that my Son
And has he not, awake both day and night,
Here interceded with prevailing voice,
At my right hand, pleading his precious blood
Which magnified my holy law, and bought,