“ ‘O Father, O Supreme of Heavenly Thrones, First, Highest, Holiest, Best, thou always seek’st To glorify thy Son; I always thee, As is most just. This I my glory account, My exaltation, and my whole delight, That thou in me well pleased declar’st thy will Fulfilled, which to fulfil is all my bliss. Sceptre and power, thy giving, I assume, And gladlier shall resign, when in the end Thou shalt be all in all, and I in thee For ever, and in me all whom thou lov’st: But whom thou hat’st I hate, and can put on Thy terrors, as I put thy mildness on, Image of thee in all things; and shall soon, Armed with thy might, rid Heaven of these rebelled, To their prepared ill mansion driven down, To chains of darkness and the undying worm, That from thy just obedience could revolt, Whom to obey is happiness entire. Then shall thy Saints, unmixed, and from the impure Far separate, circling thy holy mount, Unfeigned hallelujahs to thee sing, Hymns of high praise, and I among them chief.’