Classic Poem

Meditations on the glory of that day, when all the saints, that ever were are, or shall be shall meet togather sep 10

Oh for that glorious day, we look to see
When all the saincts shall congregated bee
That either shall be, ar, or ever where
To be fixt up, in glorys highest sphere
When earth, and sea, shall both give up their dead
Which in their bowells, have been buried
And shall att once to heaven take their flight
Arayed in their robs, of glory, bright
Soe many saincts, so many shining suns
Brighter then that, which now, o're the earth runs
Soe many saincts, soe many crowned kings
Praising that king from whom ther honour springs
Triumphing with ther palms of victory
O're sin, and hell, & ev'ry enemy
But what's all this, unto that blessed sight
Which we shall have, of Christ, our harts delight
Clad in his robs, of royall majesty
How will he then, atract each hart, & eye
So that it sha'nt have time, to look about
Or gad, to find another object out
This day which shall rejoyce his peoples hart
Shall upon wicked men, great terrour dart
To see him on his Judgment seat ascend
And all his gaurd of angels him attend
To execute according to what shall
Out of his mouth, be pronounced on all
The wicked shall by them, be thrust to hell
The saincts led to Christs palece for to dwell
Oh hapy soulls, that shall att that day stand
Aquited, & absovlv'd, att gods right hand
Oh hasten time, & days, out of the way
That we may see, this blessed, glorious day
Whilst we eye thosse, that are got to thy court
This may our weary, restlesse souls suport
That those that have been now long time with thee
Shall not without us, fully perfect bee