And Desolation hoped an ampler sway; E'en the pale cresent blessed the Christian's might. O day of death; O thirst, beyond control, While proudly glowed above the rescued tower Shall judge the proud oppressor's ruthless sway, And burst his brazen bonds, and cast his cords away. Then on your tops shall deathless verdure spring; A western cloud around his limbs is spread, Nor sun nor moon they need,-nor day, nor night; God is their temple, and the Lamb their light. And the hoarse flood repeats the sound of praise. Ten thousand thousand saints the strain prolong: 'Worthy the Lamb, omnipotent to save, Who died, who lives, triumphant o'er the grave.' ID. QVANDO. ACCIDERIT. NON. SATIS. AVDEO EFFARI. SIQVIDEM. NON. CLARIVS. MIHI PER.SACROS. TRIPODES. CERTA. REFERT. DEVS NEC. SERVAT. PENITVS. FIDEM QVOD. SI. QVID. LICEAT. CREDERE. ADHVC. TAMEN NAM. LAEVVM.TONVIT. NON. FVERIT. PROCVL. QVAEREND VS. CELERI. QVI. PROPERET. GRADV ET. GALLVM. REPRIMAT. FEROX PETRVS. CRINITVS. IN. CARMINE AD BER. CARAPHAM. |