High thron’d above all Height, encircl’d round
By Seraphims, whose well instructed choirs
To pleasing Numbers tune their Harps of Gold—
“Surely if ought of Heav’n on Earth we taste,
’Tis when we join in holy Acclamation
With deep ton’d Organ, to rehearse the Praise
Of God Omnipotent, who rules the Heav’ns;
When ev’ry swelling Note bears us enraptur’d
To the blest Abodes of Saints imparadis’d.
“When God his six Days Work, a world had finishd