Salute the last and everlasting day,
Joy at the uprising of this Sun, and Son,
Ye whose just tears, or tribulation,
Have purely washed, or burnt your drossy clay;
Behold the Highest, parting hence away,
Lightens the dark clouds, which he treads upon,
Nor doth he by ascending, show alone,
But first he, and he first shows the way.
O strong Ram, which hast better'd heaven for me,
Mild Lamb, which with thy blood, hast mark'd the path
Bright Torch, which shin'st that I the way may see,
Oh, with thy own blood quench thy own just wrath,
And if thy Holy Spirit, my Muse did raise,
Deign at my hands this crown of prayer and praise.
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