People on their way to work / And baby, what do you expect? / Gonna burst into flames

The daring anthropopathic imagery by which the prophets often represent God as chiding, upbraiding, threatening.

Lord make thy beams my frost bit heart to warm. Ride on these Rayes into my bosom’s till And make thy Glory mine affections Charm. Thy rapid flames my Love enquicken will. Then I in Glories Tower thy Praise will sing On my Shoshannim tun’d on ev’ry string.

From rank to rank in Thearchy divine, We angel raylets gladden in thy sight.