Angels that grandeur, men o’erlook, admire:
How long shall human nature be their book,
Degenerate mortal! and unread by thee?
The beam dim reason sheds shows wonders there;
What high contents! illustrious faculties! 490
But the grand comment, which displays at full
Our human height, scarce sever’d from divine,
By heaven composed, was publish’d on the Cross.
Who looks on that, and sees not in himself
An awful stranger, a terrestrial god? 495