Prison-Pietie or, Meditations Divine and Moral. Digested into Poetical Heads, On Mixt and Various Subjects. Whereunto is added A Panegyrick to The Right Reverend, and most Nobly descended, Henry, Lord Bishop of London. By Samuel Speed, Prisoner in Ludgate, London |
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On Heaven. |
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On Heaven.
Bright glorious Lord, uncircumscribed TreasureOf everlasting Pleaiure,
Thy Throne is placed far
Above the richest Star;
Where thou prepar'st a splendid place
Within the glory of thy face.
That each Spirit
May inherit,
Who builds his hopes upon thy merit,
And thee adores with holy charity.
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Inspir'd, can once surmise,
Or speak, or think, or see,
So bright Eternity.
The glorious King's transparent Throne
Is of pretious Jasper-stone,
Where the eye
O'th' Chrysolite
With a Skie
Of Di'monds, Rubies, Chrysoprase;
But above all, thy brighter face
Speaks an eternal Charity.
When thou thy Jewels bindest up, that day
Forget not us, we pray;
But there where the Peryl lies,
Christal too, above the Skies,
That there thou mayst afford us place
Within the glories of thy face,
And enroul
Each ones Soul
In the Scroul
Of Life and Blessedness, that we
May praise thy Name unto Eternitie.
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