Classic Poem

No temple's seen, nor sun above,
Where God the Lord of might,
And Christ the Lamb, for ever prove
The temple and the light.

Pure are the pleasures found on high
Where no uncleanness is;
No wanton lips, nor carnal eye,
Can taste or see the bliss.

These gates of holiness out-bar
Pollution, sin, and shame;
None enter there, but these that are
The foll'wers of the Lamb.

He keeps the book of life, where all
Their elect names are found:
No hypocrite, nor liar, shall
E'er tread the heav'nly ground.