Ye flaming Powers, and wingèd Warriors bright, br That erst with music, and triumphant song, br First heard by happy watchful Shepherds’ ear, br So sweetly sung your joy the clouds along, br Through the soft silence of the listening night,— br Now mourn; and if sad share with us to bear br Your fiery essence can distill no tear, br Burn in your sighs, and borrow br Seas wept from our deep sorrow, br He who with all Heaven’s heraldry whilere br Entered the world, now bleeds to give us ease. br Alas! how soon our sin br Sore doth begin br His infancy to seize! br O more exceeding Love, or Law more just? br Just Law indeed, but more exceeding Love! br For we, by rightful doom remediless, br Were lost in death, till He, that dwelt above br High-throned in secret bliss, for us frail dust br Emptied his glory, even to nakedness; br And that great Covenant which we still transgress br Intirely satisfied, br And the full wrath beside br Of vengeful Justice bore for our excess, br And seals obedience first with wounding smart br This day; but oh! ere long, br Huge pangs and strong br Will pierce more near his heart.