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Rh Armed with thy might, rid Heaven of these rebelled, To their prepared ill mansion driven down, To chains of darkness, and the undying worm, That from thy just obedience could revolt, Whom to obey is happiness entire. Then shall thy Saints unmixed, and from the impure Far separate, circling thy holy mount Unfeigned Hallelujahs to thee sing, Hymns of high praise, and I among them chief.'
 * "So said he, o'er his sceptre bowing, rose

From the right hand of glory where he sat; And the third sacred morn began to shine, Dawning through Heaven. Forth rushed with whirlwind-sound The chariot of Paternal Deity, Flashing thick flames, wheel within wheel, undrawn, Itself instinct with spirit, but convoyed By four cherubic shapes. Four faces each Had wonderous; as with stars their bodies all And wings were set with eyes, with eyes the wheels Of beryl, and careering fires between; Over their heads a crystal firmament, Whereon a sapphire throne, inlaid with pure Amber and colors of the showery arch. He in celestial panoply all armed Of radiant Urim, work divinely wrought,