Classic Poem

A dark glance att the priveledges of a glorified state.

At thy right hand, there's lasting joy
And pleasures evermore
No cecreet sin, shall us anoy
when we shall thither soare.

No sorrow there, shall bear a part
Nor any vexing care
Nothing ther is, to eat the hart
Of our true plesure there.

The sins of wicked men shall not
Att all our souls, anoy
The sinfull failings of gods lot
Shall not disturb, our joy.

No plots of saten, shall be lay'd
To catch our souls withall
We shall not be of him, afraid
When thither, get we shall.

Noe wicked sinfull hart shall there
Bee to our souls a greif.
Noe self distracting sinfull care
Shall in, us, longer live.

No open foe, or flatering freind
Shall be within That gate
Ther malice then, & there shall end
With all their cruell hate.

Wee shall be far, out of the reach
Of ev'ry enemy
No devill there, shall us impeach
He cannot thither fly.

In the celestiall orb of glory
Thy soull shall sweetly move
Ther shall be known, no other story
But Christs transcendant love.

When thou shalt lie att fountain head
Where watters, ar unmixt
To the god of glory, thou'lt be led
No sin shall come betwixt.

All sighs, & sorrows, there shall cease
Christ wiping off all tears
Ther is nothing, but joy, and peace
Whilst ther's no room for fears.

Thy pleasures there, run paralell
To an eternity
Striving each other to excell
With sweet variety.

(But stay my soull, what dost thou ayle
Thou canst not hea'en reach
Thou dost but o're it draw a veill
Till sight, & tasting teach).

Wee shall not then, need meat, & drink
That which we toyle for here
Be'ng filled up unto the brink
With nobler, better, Chear.

Our food shall be, to love, & praise
Our Jesus lifted high
Our tuned harts, his praise shall raise
Whilst on loves wings we fly.

Wee not shall there, again need sleep
Christ bosome, is our rest
We shall no longer sow, but reap
Of that which is the best.

Thy garments shall, be always white
No spot shall them polute
Christs righteousnese, both pure, and bright
Shall be thy constant suit.

Thou shalt be plunged head, & ears
In that bottomlese sea
Of Christs love (not of thine own tears)
Love there bears all the sway.

We shall not ther sin, but sing
The praises of our god
The praises of our Crowned king
With an harmonious note.

There shall bee no devided hart
Among the saints, in glory
But all agree, to act their part
In setting forth Christs beauty.

Our work shall their, be to admire
And constantly adore
Whilst we shall only, still aspire
To praise him evermore.

When we shall see him face, to face
Wee shall be transformed
Into the liknese, of his grace
And image of our head.

Besids all this thou shalt be free
From sin, sicknese, & pain
From greif, & ev'ry malidy
From hatred, & distaine.

Thy hapynese, consists in this
Freedome from all that's sin
And spotlese, perfect holynese
Thy Joy, shall lye herein.

That city hath no need of sun
Or moon, to shine in itt
Th glory of god, in itt shall run
The lamb irradiats itt.

Alsoe there, is no temple theire
Nor yet no pra'r but praise
The blessed Lamb's the temple where,
Our praises, we shall raise.

The tree of life that groweth their
Fast by the river side
Twelve sorts of fruit, it still doth bear
Whose friut doth still abide.

In the Herusalem above
There shall be no more night
Their light, flows, from the god of love
They need no candle light.

The city is transparant gold
On pearl, is eve'ry gate
The spirit hath to us foretold,
the glory of the state.

Yet here the spirit doth but stoop
To our capacytyes,
The sight of, itt we cannot bear
T'would put out our weak eyes.

Tis come, & see, that must reveill
The glory of that place,
When over death, thou shalt prevaill
Then thou shalt see gods face.