Ride The Air In Whirlwind.

But That From Us Aught Should Ascend To Heav'n So Prevalent As To Concern The Mind Of God, High-bless'd, Or To Incline His Will, Hard To Belief May Seem; Yet This Will Prayer.

Behold Now This Vast City [london]; A City Of Refuge, The Mansion-house Of Liberty, Encompassed And Surrounded With His Protection.

To Adore The Conqueror, Who Now Beholds Cherub And Seraph Rolling In The Flood.

Till Old Experience Do Attain To Something Like Prophetic Strain.

Mutual Love, The Crown Of All Our Bliss.