CCXV. Departed Saints living to GOD.

THrice happy State, where Saints shall live
Around their Father's Throne,
In ev'ry Joy, that Heav'n can give,
And live to GOD alone!

Unnumber'd Bands of kindred Minds,
That dwelt in feeble Clay,
Us and our Woes have left behind
To reign in endless Day.

Immortal Vigour now they breathe,
And all the Air is Peace;
They chide our Tears, that mourn the Death,
Which brought their Souls Release.

Thus shall the Grace of Christ prevail,
Till all his Chosen meet;
And not the meanest Servant fail
His Houshold to compleat.

To that blest Goal with ardent Haste
Our active Souls would tend;
Nor feel their Sorrows, as they pass'd
To such a blissful End.