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30 THE COURSE OP TIME.
No human voice in hell. Many refused,
Although beseeched, refused to be redeemed,
Redeemed from death to life, from woe to bliss !
Canst thou believe my song when thus I sing 1
When man had fallen, was ruined, hopeless, lost—
Ye choral harps! ye angels that excel
In strength! and, loudest, ye redeemed of men!
To God, to Him that sits upon the throne
On high, and to the Lamb, sing honour, sing
Dominion, glory, blessing sing, and praise !—
When juan had fallen, was ruined, hopeless, lost,
Messiah, Prince of Peace, Eternal King,
Died, that the dead might live, the lost be saved.
Wonder, 0 heavens! and be astonished, earth!
Thou ancient, thou forgotten earth! ye worlds,
admire!
Admire and be confounded! and thou hell,
Deepen thy eternal groan !—men would not be
Redeemed—I speak of many, not of all—
Would not be saved for lost, have life for death !
Mysterious song ! the New-arrived exclaimed,
Mysterious mercy! most mysterious hate !
To disobey was mad, this madder far,
Incurable insanity of will!
What now but wrath could guilty men expect i
What more could love, what more could mercy do i
No more, resumed the Bard, no more they could.