Page:Dissertation on the first day of the week, and the last of the world; or, A beautiful descant on the Day of Judgment (sic).pdf/8

 reigns through all the manions of eternal blis. O! the joy, the ineffable pleaure it mut be to a departed oul, to be ever in the preence of the ever-bleed and immaculate. Lamb of God, to whom the aints and angels tune their golden lyres to reound his praie in eternal hallelujahs through all the golden concaves of heaven. There its the upreme Deity enthron'd in flaming glory, at whoe efulgent preence, the plendid rays of ten thouand uns would dwindle into nothing. There reigns an eternal pring; there is no night there, and a verdure unfading, crowns the celetial plains. There the flowers forever bloom, and diffue immortal fragrance through all the bowers of everlating blis. There grows the tree of life, whoe grateful fruit pregnant with nectarean juice, makes thoe who eat to hunger no more. There is the pure water of life, as it were running along ands of gold and falling o'er rocks of transparent chrytal, forming the mot beautiful cacades, of which if any one drink he hall thrift no more. This is the heaven for the wearied oul, the place of delights and the kingdom of felicity prepared for the pirits of the jut made perfect. To this habitation may all the ends of the earth eek. Let the wicked forake his way, and the unrighteous man his thought, and I will have mercy on him, and welcome him to thee regions of unclouded joy, ayeth the great God of heaven and earth. Watch ye therefore and pray, for ye know neither the day nor the hour in which the on of man cometh. Now to the acred pring of all mercy, the ever-bleed and adorable Trinity, be all honour and glory, thankgiving and praie, from henceforth and for ever. Amen.