Book I, 40: On the Day of Iudgement

O When shal that time come, whē the loud Trump
Shall wake my sleeping Ashes from the Dump
Of their sad Vrne! That blessed Day, wherein
My glorifi'd, my metamorphiz'd Skin
Shall circumplexe and terminate that fresh
And new refined substance of this flesh!
When my transparent Flesh, dischargd frō groans,
And paynes, shall hang upon new polisht Bones!
When as my Body shall re-entertaine
Her cleansed Soule, and never part againe!
When as my Soule shall, by a new Indenture,
Possesse her new-built house, come down and enter!
When as my Body and my Soule shall plight
Inviolable faith, and never fight
Nor wrangle more, or alcercat, agin,
About that strife-begetting question, Sin!
When Soule and Body shall receive their Doome
Of O yee Blessed of my Father, Come!
When Death shall be exil'd, and damn'd to dwell
Within her proper and true Center, Hell!
Where that old Tempter shall be bound in Chaynes,
And over-whelm'd with everlasting paynes;
Whilst I shall sit, and, in full Glory, sing
Perpetuall Anthems to my Iudge, my King.