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. [Sidenote: Rev. 21:4.] 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 vanishéd like dreams. CCXXIII. [Sidenote: Psal. 16:11.] For God above in arms of love doth dearly them embrace, And fills their sprights with such delights, and pleasures in his Grace, As shall not fail, nor yet grow stale, through frequency of use; Nor do they fear God's favor there to forfeit by abuse. CCXXIV. [Sidenote: Heb. 12:23. Rev. 1:6, and 22:5.] For there the Saints are perfect Saints, and holy ones indeed; From all the sin that dwelt within their mortal bodies freed; Made Kings and Priests to God through Christ's dear Love's transcendency, There to remain and there to reign with him Eternally. A SHORT DISCOURSE ON ETERNITY. What mortal man can with a Span mete out Eternity? Or fathom it by depth of Wit, or strength of Memory? The lofty Sky is not so high, Hell's depth to this is small; The World so wide is but a stride, comparéd therewithal. It is a main great Oce-an withouten bank or bound, A deep Abyss, wherein there is no bottom to be found. This World hath stood now since the Flood, four thousand years well near, And had before enduréd more than sixteen hundred year. But what's the time from the World's prime, unto this present day, If we thereby Eternity to measure should essay? The whole duration since the Creation, though long, yet is more little, If placed by Eternity, than is the smallest tittle. Tell every Star both near and far, in Heav'n's bright Canopy That doth appear throughout the year of high or low degree: Tell every Tree that thou canst see in this vast Wilderness, Up in the Woods, down by the Floods, in thousand miles Progress: The sum is vast, yet not so vast but that thou may'st go on To multiply the leaves thereby, that hang those Trees upon: Add thereunto the Drops that thou imaginest to be In April Show'rs, that bring forth Flow'rs and blossoms plenteously: Number the Fowls and living Souls that through the Air do fly, The wingéd Hosts in all their Coasts beneath the starry Sky: Count all the Grass as thou dost pass through many a pasture-land, And dewy Drops that on the tops of Herbs and Plants do stand: