Then thou thy regal Scepter shalt lay by,

For regal Scepter then no more shall need, [ 340 ]

God shall be All in All. But all ye Gods,

Adore him, who to compass all this dies,

Adore the Son, and honour him as mee.

No sooner had th Almighty ceast, but all

The multitude of Angels with a shout [ 345 ]

Loud as from numbers without number, sweet

As from blest voices, uttering joy, Heavn rung

With Jubilee, and loud Hosannas filld

Th eternal Regions: lowly reverent

Towards either Throne they bow, and to the ground [ 350 ]

With solemn adoration down they cast

Thir Crowns inwove with Amarant and Gold,

Immortal Amarant, a Flour which once

In Paradise, fast by the Tree of Life

Began to bloom, but soon for mans offence [ 355 ]

To Heavn removd where first it grew, there grows,

And flours aloft shading the Fount of Life,

And where the river of Bliss through midst of Heavn

Rowls ore Elisian Flours her Amber stream;

With these that never fade the Spirits elect [ 360 ]

Bind thir resplendent locks inwreathd with beams,

Now in loose Garlands thick thrown off, the bright

Pavement that like a Sea of Jasper shon

Impurpld with Celestial Roses smild.

Then Crownd again thir goldn Harps they took, [ 365 ]

Harps ever tund, that glittering by thir side

Like Quivers hung, and with Præamble sweet

Of charming symphonie they introduce

Thir sacred Song, and waken raptures high;

No voice exempt, no voice but well could joine [ 370 ]

Melodious part, such concord is in Heavn.

Thee Father first they sung Omnipotent,

Immutable, Immortal, Infinite,

Eternal King; thee Author of all being,

Fountain of Light, thy self invisible [ 375 ]

Amidst the glorious brightness where thou sitst

Thrond inaccessible, but when thou shadst

The full blaze of thy beams, and through a cloud

Drawn round about thee like a radiant Shrine,

Dark with excessive bright thy skirts appeer, [ 380 ]

Yet dazle Heavn, that brightest Seraphim

Approach not, but with both wings veil thir eyes,

Thee next they sang of all Creation first,

Begotten Son, Divine Similitude,

In whose conspicuous countnance, without cloud [ 385 ]

Made visible, th Almighty Father shines,

Whom else no Creature can behold; on thee

Impresst the effulgence of his Glorie abides,

Transfusd on thee his ample Spirit rests.