Heaven

O beauteous God! uncircumscribed treasure
Of an eternal pleasure!
Thy throne is seated far
Above the highest star;
Where Thou prepar'st a glorious place
Within the brightness of Thy face,
For every spirit
To inherit,
That builds his hopes upon Thy merit,
And loves Thee with a holy charity.
What ravished heart, seraphic tongues, or eyes,
Clear as the morning's rise,
Can speak, or think, or see
That bright eternity?

Where the great King's transparent throne
Is of an entire jasper stone;
There the eye
O' the crysolite,
And a sky
Of diamonds, rubies, chrysoprase,
And, above all, Thy Holy Face
Makes an eternal clarity.

When Thou Thy jewels up dost bind — that day
Remember us, we pray,
That where the beryl lies,
And the crystal 'bove the skies,
There Thou may'st appoint us place
Within the brightness of Thy face;
And our soul,
In the scroll
Of life and blissfulness enrol,
That we may praise Thee to eternity.
Hallelujah.