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Almighty Love!
Still pregnant with prolifick Grace,
Created an inferiour Race,
His second Sons, tho' not so great,
Yet th' Ambassadors of Fate,
Numberless Hosts of Angels, fair and bright,
Refulgent in their Maker's Light,
Who round th' Eternal-Throne
In seraphick Lays,
Warble sacred Hymns of Praise
To the great Three-One.
Thus they joyfully attend,
And on their Maker's Will depend:
Lucid Beams around them play,
Night does never there appear,
But Time is one continual Day
All serene and clear.
Thus they worship, thus attend,
And their Perpetual-Now in endless Pleasure spend.
Still pregnant with prolifick Grace,
Created an inferiour Race,
His second Sons, tho' not so great,
Yet th' Ambassadors of Fate,
Numberless Hosts of Angels, fair and bright,
Refulgent in their Maker's Light,
Who round th' Eternal-Throne
In seraphick Lays,
Warble sacred Hymns of Praise
To the great Three-One.
Thus they joyfully attend,
And on their Maker's Will depend:
Lucid Beams around them play,
Night does never there appear,
But Time is one continual Day
All serene and clear.
Thus they worship, thus attend,
And their Perpetual-Now in endless Pleasure spend.
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