“O Father, gracious was that word which closed Thy sovereign sentence, that Man should find grace; For which both Heaven and Earth shall high extol Thy praises, with the innumerable sound Of hymns and sacred songs, wherewith thy throne Encompassed shall resound thee ever blest. For should Man finally be lost, should Man, Thy creature late so loved, thy youngest son, Fall circumvented thus by fraud, though joined With his own folly? that be from thee far, That far be from thee, Father, who art judge Of all things made, and judgest only right! Or shall the Adversary thus obtain His end, and frustrate thine? shall he fulfil His malice, and thy goodness bring to naught? Or proud return, though to his heavier doom, Yet with revenge accomplished, and to Hell Draw after him the whole race of mankind, By him corrupted? or wilt thou thyself Abolish thy creation, and unmake, For him, what for thy glory thou hast made? So should thy goodness and thy greatness both Be questioned and blasphemed without defence.”