98 Heaven upon Earth June 21 -
Heaven upon earth June 21
How sweetly this the soull, doth animate
When we on future glory, ruminate.
And come by faith, to take a livly veiw
Of'th glory that shall unto us acrew.
When we have run our race, & finished
Our course, & got up to the fountain head.
It makes the soull grow, boundlese in desires
Whilst after full perfection, it aspires.
The thoughts of fruition, immediate
Doth make the soull, whilst here, take holy state.
Living as heir, unto a glorous crown
Still scorning, unto this world, to stoop down.
Walking whilst here, acording to the port
Of one, that dost belong to heavens court.
Could we come, to live in the practicall
Beleif of future glory, which we shall.
Enjoy with god, to all eternity
How worthlese would, this world be in our eye.
How light, & vain, is this worlds frothy fame
Whilst we at high, sublime, enjoyments ayme.
When the, soull, is drawn up, to some high nick
Of joy, and peace, how is it even sick.
Of cretures, and enjoyments here below
longing its self, into Christs arms, to throw.
When on the borders, of that other world
Wee come to live, how ar thesse meane things hurl'd.
Out of the hart, with scorn, and high distaine
Counting them all but dung, so we may gain.
Christ, and him crusifi'd & come to know
The power of his death, wherby we grow.
When we somtimes ar taught, neer him to creep
We ar acquanted, with things high, & deep.
And whilst we ar thus nestling, nigher him
We strangly, long to be fil'd to the brim.
The more boundlese, the souls, desires do grow
The more of heaven, doth upon it flow.
This is to live, in the suburbs of heaven
And with that blessed proto-martyr Stephen.
To have a sight of Christ beforehand
And veiw the glory, of that other land.
Thou hast not (Lord) unto thy grace set bound
Oh let no bound, for my desires be found.
But let them always, more enlarged grow
Untill thou shalt, be ples'd, to take & throw.
My soull, into that ocean of thy love
Which is in the Herusalem above.
Let me still grow more restlese in desire
Untill the time, they shall in thee expire.
And I shall come, to have my joyfull fill
Of love upon, the top of sion hill.
How sweetly this the soull, doth animate
When we on future glory, ruminate.
And come by faith, to take a livly veiw
Of'th glory that shall unto us acrew.
When we have run our race, & finished
Our course, & got up to the fountain head.
It makes the soull grow, boundlese in desires
Whilst after full perfection, it aspires.
The thoughts of fruition, immediate
Doth make the soull, whilst here, take holy state.
Living as heir, unto a glorous crown
Still scorning, unto this world, to stoop down.
Walking whilst here, acording to the port
Of one, that dost belong to heavens court.
Could we come, to live in the practicall
Beleif of future glory, which we shall.
Enjoy with god, to all eternity
How worthlese would, this world be in our eye.
How light, & vain, is this worlds frothy fame
Whilst we at high, sublime, enjoyments ayme.
When the, soull, is drawn up, to some high nick
Of joy, and peace, how is it even sick.
Of cretures, and enjoyments here below
longing its self, into Christs arms, to throw.
When on the borders, of that other world
Wee come to live, how ar thesse meane things hurl'd.
Out of the hart, with scorn, and high distaine
Counting them all but dung, so we may gain.
Christ, and him crusifi'd & come to know
The power of his death, wherby we grow.
When we somtimes ar taught, neer him to creep
We ar acquanted, with things high, & deep.
And whilst we ar thus nestling, nigher him
We strangly, long to be fil'd to the brim.
The more boundlese, the souls, desires do grow
The more of heaven, doth upon it flow.
This is to live, in the suburbs of heaven
And with that blessed proto-martyr Stephen.
To have a sight of Christ beforehand
And veiw the glory, of that other land.
Thou hast not (Lord) unto thy grace set bound
Oh let no bound, for my desires be found.
But let them always, more enlarged grow
Untill thou shalt, be ples'd, to take & throw.
My soull, into that ocean of thy love
Which is in the Herusalem above.
Let me still grow more restlese in desire
Untill the time, they shall in thee expire.
And I shall come, to have my joyfull fill
Of love upon, the top of sion hill.
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