III
Even holy angels may come down
To walk on Earth, and see delights,
That feed and please, even here, their appetites.
Our joys may make a crown
For them. And in His Tabernacle men may be
Like palms we mingled with the Cherubs see.
IV
Men's senses are indeed the gems,
Their praises the most sweet perfumes,
Their eyes the thrones, their hearts the Heavenly rooms,
Their souls the diadems,
Their tongues the organs which they love to hear,
Their cheeks and faces like to theirs appear.
V
The wonders which our God hath done,
The glories of His attributes,
Like dangling apples or like golden fruits,
Angelic joys become.
His wisdom shines on Earth; His love doth flow,
Like myrrh or incense, even here below.
VI
And shall not we such joys possess,
Which God for man did chiefly make?
The Angels have them only for our sake!
And yet they all confess
His glory here on Earth to be divine,
And that His Godhead in His works doth shine.