No spiritual intellect or essence could have gazed on His high perfections,
No angel harps could have tuned the wonders of His wisdom,
No ransomed souls have praised the glories of His mercy,
No howling fiends have shown the terrors of His justice,
But God would have dwelt alone, in the fearful solitude of holiness.
Nevertheless, O sinner, harden not thine heart in evil;
Nor plume thee in imaginary triumph, because thou art not valueless as vile;
Because thy dark abominations add lustre to the clarity of Light;
Because a wonder-working alchemy draineth elixir out of poisons;
Because the same fiery volcano that scorcheth and ravageth a continent,