Original - Duke Divinity School

Th’ Almighty Judge bends forward from his Throne
These Scars to mark, and then regards his Own.
Jerusalem’s Foundations groan aloud,
And Albion sinks beneath her ambient Flood. …
But see the Volume Vast since Time begun,
Just Register of all beneath the Sun,
Is opened Wide! Peace Ocean! Silence lull
The sounding Winds! Ye Spheres, forbear to roll!
Hear, Q Creation, thy Creator speak:
Now first for Guilty Man blest Angels shake.
That hour, on which th’ Almighty King on high
From all Eternity has fixt his Eye,
Whether his Right Hand favoured, or annoyed,
Continued, altered, threatened, or destroyed;
Southern or Eastern Scepter downward hurled,
Gave North or West Dominion o’er the World;
The Point of Time, for which that World was built,
For which the precious Blood of God was spilt, 269
That moment is arrived.
Aloft, the Seats of Bliss their Pomp display,
Brighter than Brightness one distinguisht Day;
Less glorious, when of old th’ Eternal Son
From Realms of Night returned with Trophies won;
Thro’ Heaven’s high gates when He triumphant rode,
And shouting Angels hailed the Victor God.
Horrors, Beneath, Darkness in Darkness, Hell
Of Hell, where Torments behind Torments dwell; … 270
Expands its foaming Jaws (dreadful to survey), 271
And roars outrageous for the destined Prey.
The Sons of Light scarce unappalled look down,
And nearer press Heaven’s Everlasting Throne. […]
269Ori.: “For which the blood of God Himself was spilt.”
270Wesley omits (here and in MSP):
A furnace formidable, deep, and wide, / O’er-boiling with a mad sulphureous tide,
271Ori.: “Expands its jaws, most dreadful to survey.”
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