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Rh Amidst the glorious brightness, where thou sittest Throned inaccessible; but when thou shadest The full blaze of thy beams, and, through a cloud, Drawn round about thee like a radiant shrine. . . Dark with excessive bright thy skirts appear, Yet dazzle Heaven, that brightest Seraphim Approach not, but with both wings veil their eyes. The next they sang of all creation first, Begotten Son, divine similitude, In whose conspicuous contenance, without cloud Made visible, the almighty Father shines, Whom else no creature can behold; on thee Impressed the effulgence of his glory abides; Transfused on thee his ample Spirit rests. "He Heaven of Heavens and all the powers therein By thee created; and by thee threw down The aspiring Dominations. Thou that day Thy Father's dreadful thunder didst not spare, Nor stop thy flaming chariot-wheels, that shook Heaven's everlasting frame, while o'er the necks Thou drovest of warring Angels disarrayed. Back from pursuit thy powers with loud acclaim Thee only extolled, Son of thy Father's might, To execute fierce vengeance on his foot.