Thou drov’st of warring Angels disarrayed. Back from pursuit, thy powers with loud acclaim Thee only extolled, Son of thy Father’s might, To execute fierce vengeance on his foes; Not so on Man; him, through their malice fallen, 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 purposed not to doom frail Man So strictly, but much more to pity inclined, He, to appease thy wrath, and end the strife Of mercy and justice in thy face discerned, Regardless of the bliss wherein he sat Second to thee, offered himself to die For Man’s offence. O unexampled 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!