Classic Poem

The Mansion.

Arise by faith, my soull be gone
And veiw what Christ has for thee done

Mount up, above the starry, sky
And on thy mansion, fix thine eye

The Mansion, which eternall love
Prepared has, for thee above

This mansion is not made with hands
Which in the heavens, for thee stands

Its price, itt was not that of gold
But Christs bloud, was for itt down told.

It is a castle of defence,
Still gaurded, by omnipotence.

It standeth in a place cecure,
And shall eternally endure.

In it can creep, no enemy,
Once to disturb, or come to pry.

The trenches ar soe, wide, and deep.
No sin, can o're them ever creep.

The ayr is wholsome, good, and clear.
No pain, or sicknese, thou shalt fear.

It is enlightned, with the rays,
Of him, whom thou shalt always praise.

No sorow, can to itt arive,
But pleasures to excell, do strive,

Ther is in itt, no heat, or cold.
Its priveledges, cant be told

The water of life, runeth through
The mansion, thou art going too

In it ther's all variety
For to delight, and please the eye

No earthly palace, may compare
For workmanship it is soe rare

It standeth far, out of the reach
Of any, that would thee impeach

The neighbors round itt, they at free
From sin, & of one hart with thee

It hath this blessed priveledg
That itt shall ne're decay with age

God, is the blessed architect
That did this Mansion house erect

Infinet wisdome did contrive
This house, to which thou shalt arive

Infinet love, did lay the floor
And rear'd it, buy almighty pow'r

Wher wisdome, love, and powr meet
The struckture, must be very sweet

Dear Jesus thou art gone before
Oh let me quikly, after soare

Thou art gone, to prepare a place
'Gainst I have run my weary race

Then thou hast said, thou'lt come again
And I shall ever, with thee reign

Oh hasten, & compleat, thy work
That in this Mansion, I may lurk

Give in of grace, my fulest dole
And then transplant, my longing soull

From this earths barren, durty, soyle
Wher is nought but restlese turmoyle

Unto that city up above
Wher I shall have, my fill of love

And learn both to admire, and praise
Whilst on thesse heights, of love, I gaze