Albion is the personification of the divine humanity; but regarded individually he is fallen man, bound with "the pale limbs of his Eternal Individuality upon the Rock of Ages." His inward eyes are closed from the Divine Vision, and so he may be reckoned dead in trespasses and sin. Blake pronounced the natural man altogether an evil. But Albion is not an image of total depravity. Within him are all the divine faculties in addition to the five senses without, but they are closed. If he is to be redeemed, there is no need to create new spiritual faculties, but to re-create and make operative those that are already there. Hence Blake drives back of regeneration to the first generation, when man was made in the image and likeness of God. Regeneration is the renewal of the ancient image and likeness through the cross of Christ and the breath of the Divine Spirit. Albion, like Lazarus, is sick. "He whom Thou lovest is sick. He wanders from his house of Eternity." His "exteriors are become indefinite, opened to pain, in a fierce, hungry void, and none can visit his regions." Pained and impotent, he laments like Job: "Oh I am nothing if I enter into judgment with Thee. If Thou withdraw Thy breath I die, and vanish into Hades; If Thou dost lay Thy hand upon me, behold I am silent; If Thou withhold Thy hand I perish like a leaf; Oh I am nothing, and to nothing must return again. If Thou withdraw Thy breath, behold I am oblivion." "Eternal death haunts all my expectations. Rent from Eternal Brotherhood we die and are no more." And so Man like a corse "lay on the Rock. The Sea of Time and Space Beat round the rocks in mighty waves." Even his limbs "vegetated in monstrous forms of death." He is opaque and contracted. Yet mercifully there is a limit to his opacity and contraction, named by Blake Satan and Adam; else he would sleep eternally. The capacity remains to hear the Voice of the Son of God and live, and until that moment he is guarded in tender care by the "mild and gentle" Saviour. It is Heaven's purpose to awake him. "Then all in great Eternity, which is called the Council of God, Met as one Man, even Jesus--to awake the fallen Man. The fallen Man stretched like a corse upon the oozy rock, Washed with the tide, pale, overgrown with the waves, Just moved with horrible dreams." Albion like Milton must tread the difficult way of self-annihilation and judgment. His Day of Judgment is given with marvellous wealth of detail in _The Four Zoas_, Night IX. But there are still finer passages in _Jerusalem_ which lead Albion to his final beatitude. "Albion said: O Lord, what can I do? my selfhood cruel Marches against Thee ... I behold the visions of my deadly sleep of six thousand years, Dazzling around Thy skirts like a serpent of precious stones and gold; I know it is my self, O my Divine Creator and Redeemer.