A Book of Christian Sonnets

by William Allen

And to the glorious Lamb, whose precious blood

For all our deepest sins did once atone!

Then fell the angels prostrate, and they said—

While with enraptur'd hearts they God adore,

And to the Lamb of sacrifice they bend—

"Let honor, glory, blessing, thanks be paid,

All might, and wisdom, majesty, and power

Unto our God for ages without end!"

49. NATURE REPROVED. [(notes)]