I. The Fall of Angels and Men

1 When the Great Builder arch'd the Skies,
And form'd all Nature with a Word,
The joyful Cherubs tun'd his Praise,
And ev'ry bending Throne ador'd.
High in the midst of all the Throng,
Satan a tall Arch-Angel sate,
Amongst the Morning Stars he sung,
'Till Sin destroy'd his Heav'nly State.

2 'Twas Sin that hurl'd him from his Throne;
Grov'ling in Fire the Rebel lies:
How art thou sunk in darkness down,
Son of the Morning from the Skies!
And thus our two first Parents stood,
'Till Sin defil'd the happy Place;
They lost their Garden and their God,
And ruin'd all their unborn Race.

3 So sprung the Plague from Adam's Bow'r,
And spread Destruction all abroad,
Sin, the curs'd Name, that in one Hour
Spoil'd six Days Labour of a God.
Tremble, my Soul, and mourn for Grief,
That such a Foe should seize thy Breast;
Fly to thy Lord for quick Relief;
Oh! may he slay this treach'rous Guest.

4 Then to thy Throne, Victorious King,
Then to thy Throne our Shouts shall rise,
Thine everlasting Arm we sing,
For sin, the Monster, bleeds and dies.

Text Information
First Line: When the Great Builder arch'd the skies
Title: The Fall of Angels and Men
Language: English
Publication Date: 1773
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