But Infinite In Pardon Is My Judge.

Myself, And All The Angelic Host, That Stand In The Sight Of God Enthroned, Our Happy State Hold, As You Yours, While Our Obedience Hold. On Other Surety None: Freely We Serve, Because We Freely Love.

And Ever Against Eating Cares Lap Me In Soft Lydian Airs, Married To Immortal Verse

But Peaceful Was The Night Wherein The Prince Of Light His Reign Of Peace Upon The Earth Began.

So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe Fruit Thou Drop Into Thy Mother's Lap.

These Evils I Deserve, And More . . . . Justly, Yet Despair Not Of His Final Pardon, Whose Ear Is Ever Open, And His Eye Gracious To Re-admit The Suppliant.