The Fathers Holy Eye

The Father’s holy Eye
Behold his Son in Blood,
With Pleasure infinitely high,
Peculiar to a God.

Nor did (when Time began)
That work pronounc’d so good,
Appear so pleasing as this Man,
Adorn’d with Wounds and Blood.

This Sign and Token giv’n,
Sufficiently doth prove,
Without another Sign from Heavn’n,
That God, our Father’s Love.

Here all our Sin hath ceas’d;
Our Joys are here secure;
Our Nature from the Curse relase’d,
Thro’ Jesu’s Death is pure.

Then was our Heav’n brought in,
And we were sav’d from Guilt,
When Christ in Character of Sin,
Annihilation felt.