Heaven

O Beauteous God! uncircumscribèd treasure Of an eternal pleasure! Thy throne is seated far Above the highest star, Where thou preparest a glorious place, Within the brightness of thy face, For every spirit To inherit That builds his hopes upon thy merit, And loves thee with a holy charity. What ravished heart, seraphic tongue, or eyes Clear as the morning rise, Can speak, or think, or see That bright eternity, Where the great King’s transparent throne Is of an entire jasper stone? There the eye O’ the chrysolite, And a sky Of diamonds, rubies, chrysoprase,— And above all thy holy face,— Makes an eternal charity. When thou thy jewels up dost bind, that day Remember us, we pray,— That where the beryl lies, And the crystal ’bove the skies, There thou mayest appoint us place Within the brightness of thy face,— And our soul In the scroll Of life and blissfulness enroll, That we may praise thee to eternity. Allelujah!