The least degree of misery   there felt is incomparable; The lightest pain they there sustain   is more than intolerable. But God’s great pow’r from hour to hour   upholds them in the fire, That they shall not consume a jot   nor by its force expire. CCXIV. [173] But, ah, the woe they undergo   (_they_ more than all beside) Who had the light, and knew the right,   yet would not it abide! The sev’n fold smart which to their part   and porti-on doth fall. Who Christ’s free Grace would not embrace,   nor hearken to his call. CCXV. [174] The Amorites and Sodomites,   although their plagues be sore, Yet find some ease compar’d to these,   who feel a great deal more. Almighty God, whose Iron Rod,   to smite them never lins. Doth most declare his Justice rare   in plaguing these men’s sins. CCXVI. [175] The pain of loss their souls doth toss,   and wond’rously distress, To think what they have cast away   by willful wickedness. “We might have been redeem’d from sin,”   think they, “and liv’d above. Being possesst of Heav’nly rest,   and joying in God’s love CCXVII. [176] “But woe, woe, woe, our Souls unto!   we would not happy be; And therefore bear God’s vengeance here   to all Eternity. Experience and woful sense   must be our painful teachers, Who’d not believe, nor credit give   unto our faithful Preachers.“ CCXVIII. [177] Thus shall they lie and wail and cry,   tormented and tormenting; Their galled hearts with poison’d darts,   but now too late repenting. There let them dwell in th’ Flames of Hell:   there leave we them to burn, And back again unto the men   whom Christ acquits, return. _The Saints rejoice to see the Judgment executed upon the Wicked World._ CCXIX. [178] The Saints behold with courage bold   and thankful wonderment, To see all those that were their foes   thus sent to punishment. Then do they sing unto their King   a Song of endless Praise; They praise his Name and do proclaim   that just are all his ways. _They ascend with Christ into Heaven triumphing._ CCXX. Thus with great joy and melody   to Heav’n they all ascend, Him there to praise with sweetest lays,   and Hymns that never end; Where with long rest they shall be blest,   and naught shall them annoy, “Where they shall see as seen they be,   and whom they love enjoy. _Their eternal happiness and incomparable glory there._ CCXXI. [179] Oh glorious Place! where face to face   Jehovah may be seen, By such as were sinners while here,   and no dark veil between! Where the Sunshine and light Divine   of God’s bright countenance, Doth rest upon them every one,   with sweetest influence! CCXXII. [180] Oh blessed state of the Renate!   Oh wond’rous happiness. To which they’re brought beyond what thought   can reach or words express! Grief’s watercourse and sorrow’s source   are turn’d to joyful streams; Their old distress and heaviness   are vanished like dreams. CCXXIII. [181]