Where with the beast and pfeudo prophet join'd
In punishment as they were join'd in fin,
Ages of ages they shall suffer there.

There they were cast a thousand years before,
While he was only in the pit confin'd,
And afterwards releas'd a little time.
But now the meafure of his fins are full,
And he is doom'd to bear extremeft woe.
Without the poffibility of eafe from pain
One fingle moment, or the smallest gleam,
Or hope of ever gaining vict'ry more ;
Or feeing end of his calamity,
Save by entire fubmiffion to the Lord:
And this for many days he will difdain,
As hitherto he has for ever done,

Choofing to fuffer lasting mifery.

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Rather than to the Son of God fubmit.

His language is, "What though the field be loft "All is not loft; th' unconquerable will,

And ftudy of revenge, immortal hate,

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"And courage never to fubmit or yield.
"And what is elfe not to be overcome ?
"That glory never fhall his wrath or might
"Extort from me, to bow and fue for grace
"With fuppliant knee, and deify his pow'r.
"To reign is worth ambition though in hell;
"Better to reign in hell than ferve in Heav'n...
"Which way I fly is hell; myfelf am hell;
"And in the loweft deep a lower deep,

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To which the hell I fuffer feems an Heav'n, "O then at laft relent; is there no place "Left for repentence, none for pardon left? "None left but by fubmiffion; and that word "Difdain forbids me, and my dread of shame "Among the fpirits beneath, whom I feduc,d "with other promises and other vaunts "Than to fubmit, boafting I could fubdue Th' Omnipotent. Ah me, they little know "How dearly I abide that boaft so vain, "Under what torments inwardly I groan, "While they adore me on the throne of hell. " With diadem and fceptre high advanc'd "The lower ftill I fall, only fupreme "In mifery, fuch joy ambition finds. "But fay I could repent, and could obtain

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By acts of grace my former ftate; how foon "Would height recal high thoughts, how soon unfay "What feign'd fubmiffion fwore? Eafe would recant "Vows made in pain, as violent and void. "For never can true reconcilement grow "Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep, "Which would but lead me to a worse relapfe, "and heavier fall: fo fhould I purchase dear 224 Short intermiffion bought with double smart. "So farewell hope, and with hope, farewell fear; "Farewell remorfe; all good to me is loft: Evil be thou my good by thee at least "Divided empire with Heav'n's King I hold; "And over more than half, perhaps shall reign * Milton's Paradife Loft,

This is the native language of his heart, Firm are his refolutions to remain

A bold determin'd rebel to the last.

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But God who made him is as much refolv❜d·
That he fhall bow the knee, and fealty swear 235

To the great Sov'reign of the universe.

Let us now hear Jehovah's words and oaths.

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I by myself have fworn, this mighty oath
Shall never be retracted, ev'ry knee
Shall bow in true fubmiffion, ev'ry tongue
Shall fwear allegiance to my fov'reign will.
And all fhall come to me, and fhall refign
Themselves with all their pow'rs to my controul.
And all that ever hated me fhall be

Themselves afham'd of all which they have done. 245
This is the counfel of Jehovah's will,
Which to his chofen onės he hath reveal'd.
His own good pleasure, which he purpos'd, is,
That in the difpenfation of the times

He will all things in Heav'n and earth re-head; 450
Re-head them all in Christ, their rightful chief,
Who is the Father's glorious image bright,

By whom all things in Heav'n and earth were made,
Thrones, principalities, dominions, powr's,

Things vifible, and such as are not seen,
Were all created by his pow'rful hand,
And all intended for his fov'reign use.
He is before all things, and all exist
By his creating and upholding pow'r.
He is the head, the church his body is,

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In all things he shall have pre-eminence.
For in himself all fulness richly dwells;
According to the Father's facred will.
He having through his blood, fhed on the cross,
Made univerfal peace for ev'ry one;
By him shall all things reconciled be,
All reconcil'd to God and to himself :

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All things in earth, and things in Heav'n the fame, All things terrestrial, and celestial too,

Shall be included in the gen'ral peace,

This must include all angels and all men.
This is the will of God, and it shall stand.
Vain are the vaunts of Satan, which oppose
This fix'd determination of the Lord,

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The prince of darknefs fhall at laft fall down, 275 Before the face of him whom we adore.

And howfoever mortifying now

The thoughts of his fubmiffion, time will come
When all his refolutions will be chang'd.

Nor will he only feign, but heartily

Submit to Jefus, own him Lord and King.
But long and great feverities he'll bear
Before his proud and haughty temper yields,
But which at last fall fully humbled be;

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For God has will'd it, and it cannot fail.

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Satan has never felt the lake of fire,

Nor knows as yet the pain he fhall endure;
That pain fhall bring his ftrength and courage down,
And shall destroy forevermore his hopes

Of gaining via❜ry or advantages

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Over the bleffed Savior, and his cause..
Here then we'll leave him in the fi'ry lake,

Under the mighty pow'rful hand of God,

Who knows full well with rebels how to deal : And turn a while to mourn the num'rous hofts 295 Of men, who in this last rebellion join'd.

Wail, O my heart, to think that thofe who dwelt Under our Saviour's peaceful government,

Should ever be induc'd to rife in war

Against the glorious Lord, their rightful King, 300
What could poffefs them to defire a change
While they enjoy'd whatever they could wish?
Strange that a fulness of delight and joy
Should discontent engender, and create
Disgust, and murm'ring, loathing and a brood 305
Of fatal evils, which deftroy all peace!
But fuch has often been the state of things,
And will be till that great and glorious day,
When the Creator fhall be all in all :
And all intelligences fhall be drawn
Into a state of union with their God,

That fhall prevent their ever falling more.

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Angels themselves, though happy, fell through pride,
And though they felt no want, yet discontent
Could find its way to regions of delight.

So our firft parents fell, who did enjoy

prone

As much and more than heart itself could wish
And oh, alas ! our nature still is
To murmur and complain, though Heav'n itself
Pours on us bleflings with moft liberal hand!

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