Not so on Man; him through their malice fall'n, Father of Mercy and Grace, thou didst not doom. So strictly, but much more to pity incline: No sooner did thy dear and only Son. Perceive thee purpos'd not to doom frail Man. So strictly, but much more to pity inclin'd, He to appease thy wrath, and end the strife. Of mercy and Justice in thy face discern'd, Regardless of the Bliss wherein hee sat. Second to thee, offer'd himself to die. For man's offence. O unexampl'd love, Love nowhere to be found less than Divine! Hail Son of God, Saviour of Men, thy Name. Shall be the copious matter of my Song. Henceforth, and never shall my Harp thy praise. Forget, nor from thy Father's praise disjoin.
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- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: December 9, 1608
- Died: November 8, 1674
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