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.
Thus with great joy and melody to Heav'n they all ascend,
Him there to praise with sweetest layes, and Hymns that never end.
Where with long rest they shall be blest. and nought shall them annoy:
Where they shall see as seen they be, and whom they love enjoy.
O glorious Place! where face to face Jehovah may be seen,
By such as were sinners while here and no dark veil between.
Where the Sun shine and light Divine, of Gods bright countenance.
Doth rest upon them every one, with sweetest influence.
O blessed state of the Renate! O wond'rous Happiness.
To which they're brought beyond what thought ran reach, or words express!
Griefs water-course, and sorrows source. are turn'd to joyful streams.
Their old distress and heaviness are vanished like dreams.
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 Gods favour there, to forfeit by abuse.
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 Christs dear loves transcendency,
There to remain and there to reign with him Eternally.
