With mute amaze, And earnest gaze, Seated round his cot Entranced, and to the spot Enchained, we listen to the story, Catching glimpses of the glory; As though the echoing roll From the Eternal Hill, In soft vibrations broke, Upon our senses while he spoke, Sending through every soul, A deep unutterable thrill! “Oh! I have been in Heaven!” To me it has been given To see the Throne of Light, And Hosts of Angels bright, And Ransomed Spirits robed in white; They knew my name, And who I am, And whence I came; I heard them loud through heaven proclaim: “Make room! make room! JOHN PAUL has come! JOHN PAUL has come!” Bear the glad tidings far As the remotest star! Let every tongue The shout prolong! Sound the Redeemer’s praise, In loudest, loftiest lays! Your noblest Anthems raise To everlasting days, To Him who bought him With His precious blood; To Him who brought him To this bright Abode Of perfect blessedness, And everlasting peace, “The Bosom of his Father and his God.” VII. “Oh! I shall surely reach that place, Through matchless grace! One moment more below I linger, then I go, From this dark world of woe, Where floods of sorrow overflow, To those bright beauteous Plains, Where Glory everlasting reigns: That Land of heavenly Rest, Among the Pure and Blest, Where Jesus is—where I Shall never sin again or sigh;— In that bright World on high, There are no stains Of sin, and no remains Of sorrow, sighs, and pains; But pure and perfect happiness, And royal robes of heavenly dress, I shall eternally possess: Where holiness and peace Never to cease, But ever to increase, Abound—ah yes! this Bliss, Which I shall there possess, In all its glorious blessedness, Forever and forever reigns, O’er all those wide extended plains.” “Oh! I must meet _you_ there, My brothers! you must share That Blessedness with me, So wonderful, so free; That Mansion in the skies, Not bought with gold or price, But with the precious blood, Of Christ, the Lamb of God, Who died on Calvary’s bloody tree, In pain, and bitterest agony, To set us guilty sinners free, From all our sin and misery. Oh! wondrous Love! that _we_, even WE, Despised, degraded, though we be, In wretchedness and poverty, May find Redemption in his Name, That rich Inheritance to claim, With yonder blood-washed company, All robed in spotless purity, And Joy, to all eternity.” “Oh! listen to the Great Redeemer’s voice, Receive His Word, make Him your choice, Trust in His Name, and in His Love rejoice, Forsake all sin, repent, and be forgiven, Then I shall meet you all again in Heaven.” VIII.