How voided his vast distance from the skies!
How near he presses on the seraph’s wing!
Which is the seraph? Which the born of clay?
How this demonstrates, through the thickest cloud
Of guilt, and clay condensed, the son of heaven! 470
The double son; the made, and the re-made!
And shall heaven’s double property be lost?
Man’s double madness only can destroy.
To man the bleeding cross has promised all;
The bleeding cross has sworn eternal grace;