CCLXXXV. The heavenly Inheritance made known by the Spirit.

COME, Thou celestial Spirit, come,
And call my roving Passions home;
To mine enlighten'd Eyes display
The Heritage of heav'nly Day.

My GOD, that Heritage is Thine:
How rich, how glorious, how divine!
How far above all mortal Things,
The little Pride of Courts and Kings.

Of endless Joy th' unbounded Store,
Why is its Lustre known no more?
Away, ye Mists of envious Night,
That veil Salvation from my Sight!

Shine forth, Almighty Saviour, shine;
Shew the bright World, and shew it mine;
Then Paradise on Earth shall spring,
And mortal Worms like Angels sing.