[00:07.284]Luciferians:
[00:07.284]Alas! alas! where is our bliss departed?
[00:14.405]Belzebub:
[00:14.405]All goeth well: we gain increase.
[00:17.423]In grief the Angels now assemble,
[00:20.162]and in woe their heads they droop together.
[00:27.935]What doth move you. Angel hosts,
[00:30.421]with sighs and groans to mourn?
[00:34.870]the bloom of happiness thus fade?
[00:37.620]In peace all to possess that Spirit can wish from God,
[00:43.124]the Giver—doth even this content you not?
[00:46.871]Ye therefore stand in your own light.
[00:49.628]And cherish mournfulness,
[00:51.625]whose cause I can nor fathom nor discern.
[00:55.119]Come, cease your groans,
[00:58.126]Nor longer tear your standards and your robes without a cause;
[01:02.374]but clear your clouded face
[01:03.630]And darkened forehead with new radiance,
[01:08.622]Your bitter moan doth mar
[01:10.368]The rhythm of the celestial palace till
[01:12.868]These vaults re-echo with your woe.
[01:16.622]The wail of sorrow through the highest arches rolls.
[01:20.368]From sphere to sphere:
[01:36.008]Luciferians:
[01:36.008]Chief Lord,
[01:37.031]whose potent word unnumbered bands would call to arms,
[01:42.773]thou comest most opportune
[01:46.273]To soothe our misery and to prevent
[01:50.023]By thy great power this threatened injury
[01:53.515]And undeserved disgrace.
[01:56.769]disgrace
[02:04.519]Shall Gabriel
[02:05.714]The sacred crown of the holy Angels place
[02:09.225]On Adam's head: through Adam's son
[02:12.464]and heir crush God's first-born?
[02:17.478]'Twere better far had we
[02:19.208]Not been made ere the splendor-dazzling sun
[02:23.981]His chariot mounted and in Heaven shone.
[02:30.961]The Godhead chose in vain the Spirits as guards
[02:34.964]Of these immobile courts, if thus He shall.
[02:39.468]Against their vested Rights, Himself oppose;
[02:44.722]Who guiltless to resistance are provoked
[02:48.709]By dire impatience
[02:51.967]dire impatience and necessity.
[02:58.519]Belzebub:
[02:58.519]Methinks that thou art wrong. O King of Lords,
[03:01.801]'Twere better to avert this.
[03:05.765]Give no cause for mutiny or discord:
[03:08.504]give no cause whereby Rebellion grows.
[03:11.761]What remedy?
[03:13.009]How reconcile you with the Majesty supreme?
[03:18.627]Luciferians:
[03:18.627]We were rejoicing here,
[03:20.624]enraptured with the praise to God outpoured,
[03:24.886]were bowing low in deep humility,
[03:29.128]and worshipping 'Mid burning censers
[03:32.885]with devotion flamed:
[03:35.126]All-quivering with the rippling notes,
[03:38.620]the Heavens, from choir to choir,
[03:41.127]unto the sound gave ear—
[03:44.129]Yea, melted slowly in delicious joy,
[03:48.876]With song and harp enchanted—
[03:51.376]when the trump Of Gabriel 'mid the rising harmony
[03:55.879]Blew that decree,
[03:59.308]and midst the glory fell
[04:01.802]This sudden thunderbolt of night.
[04:04.553]The youngest son was given The crown,
[04:07.552]the sceptre, and the blessing,
[04:10.315]While the eldest-born,
[04:12.057]marked as a slave Remains.
[04:15.062]That is the part obedience,
[04:17.303]Devotion, love, and faithfulness receive From God's rich treasury,
[04:22.307]that mourning brings;
[04:24.050]That wrath enkindles, and thoughts of revenge,
[04:27.562]Grown out of righteous hate,
[04:34.314]Chief Lord, thou canst prevent our fall,
[04:38.811]and by our charter yet preserve our Rights:
[04:43.055]protect us by thy power.
[04:47.803]We are prepared even now
[04:50.811]To follow 'neath thy standard and command,
[04:55.815]To be thy troops.
[05:01.803]Lead on. 'Tis glorious
[05:05.056]To battle for one's honor, crown, and Right.
[05:10.316]Lead on.
[05:15.555]Lead on. 'Tis glorious
[05:18.559]To battle for one's honor, crown, and Right.
[05:24.051]honor, crown, and Right.
[05:29.243]Lead on. 'Tis glorious
[05:32.250]To battle for one's honor, crown, and Right.
[05:37.754]Lead on.
[05:42.759]Lead on. 'Tis glorious
[05:45.746]To battle for one's honor, crown, and Right.
[05:51.496]honor, crown, and Right.
[06:19.265]Chorus:
[06:19.265]Be still! be still! thou art by Michael spied.