The Process and Empire of Christ: From His Birth to the End of the Meditorial Kingdom; a Poem, in Twelve Books

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William Fessenden., 1805 - 352 pages

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Page 279 - What feign'd submission swore : ease would recant Vows made in pain as violent and void. For never can true reconcilement grow Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep...
Page 278 - Me miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still Threat'ning to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n.
Page 279 - This knows my punifher ; therefore as far From granting he, as I from begging peace : All hope excluded thus, behold in Head 105 Of us out-caft, exil'd, his new delight, Mankind created, and for him this world.
Page 278 - Here we may reign secure: and in my choice. To reign is worth ambition, though in hell ; Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
Page 248 - the kingdoms of this world become the kingdoms of our God and his Christ.
Page 279 - Th' Omnipotent. Ah me ! they little know How dearly I abide that boast so vain, < Under what torments inwardly I groan While they adore me on the throne of Hell, With diadem and sceptre high advanc'd, The lower still I fall, only supreme In misery ; such joy ambition finds. But, say I could repent, and could obtain, By acts of grace, my former state ; how soon Would height recall high thoughts, how soon unsay What feign'd submission swore ? Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void,...
Page 179 - ... Ps. ex. 4. Heb. v. 5, 6. Thus saith the Lord, David shall never want a man, &c. Neither shall the priests, the Levites, want a man before me, to offer, &c. — Jer. xxxiii. 17, 18. The man whose name is the BRANCH, &c. he shall be a Priest upon his throne; and, &c. — Zech. vi. 12, 13. It behoved him in all things to be made like his brethren, that he might be a merciful and faithful High Priest...
Page 68 - O that my head were waters, and mine eyes fountains of tears, that I might weep day and night, for the slain of the daughter of my people!
Page 128 - ... fhall reft in hope, becaufe thou wilt not leave my foul in hell, neither wilt thou fuffer thine holy one to fee corruption. Thou haft made known to me the ways of life ; thou fhalt make me full of joy with thy countenance.
Page 126 - Why are ye troubled ? and why do thoughts arise in your hearts ? Behold My hands and My feet, that it is I Myself: handle Me, and see; for a spirit hath not flesh and bones, as ye see Me have.

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