Suppose he should relent, And publish grace to all, on promise made Of new

subjection....? with what eyes could we stand in his presence humble, and receive strict laws imposed, to celebrate his throne. With warbled hymns, and to his Godhead sing forced Halleluiahs, while he lordly sits. Our envied sovran, and his altar breathes ambrosial odours and ambrosial flowers, our servile offerings?
 
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