SUNDAY POETRY: THE JOY OF CHURCH FELLOWSHIP RIGHTLY ATTENDED

In heaven soaring up, I dropped an ear
On earth: and oh! Sweet melody!
And listening, found it was the saints who were
Encroached for heaven that sang for joy.
For in christ’s coach they sweetly sing,
As they to glory ride therein

Oh! Joyous hearts! Enfired with holy flame!
Is speech thus tasseled with praise?
Will not your inward fire of joy contain,
For in christ’s coach saints sweetly sing,
As they to glory ride therein.

And if a string do slip by chance, they soon
Do screw it up again: whereby
They set it in more melodious tune
And a diviner harmony.
For in christ’s coach the sweetly sing
As they to glory ride therein

In all their arts, public and private, nay,
And secret too, they praise impact.
But in their acts, divine, and worship, they
With hymns do offer up their heart.
Thus in Christ’s coach they sweetly sing,
As they to glory ride therein.

Some few not in; and some whose time and place
Block up this coach’s way, do go
As travelers afoot; and so do trace
The road that gives them the right thereto;
While in this coach these sweetly sing,
As they to glory ride therein

JESUS CHRIST - LORD OF ALL LORD!



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