There, there the choir of angels sing,
There the supernal sort

Of citizens, which hence are rid
From dangers deep, do sport.

There be the prudent prophets all,
The apostles six and six,
The glorious martyrs in a row,

And confessors betwixt.

There doth the crew of righteous men

And nations all consist;

Young men and maids that here on earth Their pleasures did resist.

The sheep and lambs that hardly scap'd

The snare of death and hell,

Triumph in joy eternally,

Whereof no tongue can tell;

And though the glory of each one

Doth differ in degree,

Yet is the joy of all alike

And common, as we see.

There love and charity do reign,
And Christ is all in all,

Whom they most perfectly behold
In joy celestial.

They love, they praise-they praise, they love,

They "holy, holy," cry.

They neither toil, nor faint, nor end,

But laud continually.

O happy thousand times were I,
If after wretched days,

I might with listening ears conceive
Those heavenly songs of praise;
Which to the eternal King are sung
By happy wights above,

By saved souls and angels sweet,
Who love the God of love.

O passing happy were my state,
Might I be worthy found
To wait upon my God and King,
His praises there to sound;
And to enjoy my Christ above,
His favour and his grace,
According to his promise made,
Which here I interlace.

"O Father dear, quoth he, let them
Which thou hast put of old

To me, be there where lo I am
Thy glory to behold;

Which I with thee before the world

Was made, in perfect wise,

Have had; from whence the fountain great Of glory doth arise."

Again: "If any man will serve

Thee, let him follow me;

For where I am, he there right sure,
There shall my servant be."
And still; "If any man loves me

Him loves my father dear,
Whom I do love; to him myself
In glory will appear."

Lord, take away my misery,
That then I may be bold
With thee in thy Jerusalem,
Thy glory to behold.

And so in Zion see my king,

My love, my Lord, my all, Whom now as in a glass I see, There face to face I shall.

Oh! blessed are the pure in heart,
Their Sovereign they shall see ;
ye most happy, heavenly wights,
Which of God's household be.

O Lord, with speed dissolve my bands,
These gins and fetters strong,

For I have dwelt within the tents
Of Kedar overlong.

Yet search me, Lord, and find me out,
Fetch me thy fold unto,
That all thy angels may rejoice,
While all thy will I do.
O mother dear, Jerusalem,

When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end,
Thy joys when shall I see?

Yet once again I pray thee, Lord,
To quit me from all strife,
That to thy hill I may attain,
And dwell there all my life,
With cherubims and seraphims
And holy souls of men,

To sing thy praise, O God of hosts,
For ever, and amen.

Christ All in All.

JESUS is my life and soul;
Jesus fills my heart with joy;
Tides of pleasure through me roll,
If thoughts of Jesus me employ.

Jesus darts his heavenly rays

Through my glad heart to give me light: If Jesus his sweet face displays,

My heaven I find in Jesus' sight.

Jesus by his sacred beams

My sinful soul makes white as snow, I'm washed by those purple streams Which gushing from his side did flow.

Jesus did my peace procure-
My peace secure dear Jesus shall;
Of heaven my Jesus makes me sure,—
Jesus He is my all in all.