Beyond Knowledge

"Your sins ... shall be white as snow."

Into the rescued world newcomer, The newly-dead stepped up, and cried, "O what is that, sweeter than summer Was to my heart before I died? Sir (to an angel), what is yonder More bright than the remembered skies, A lovelier sight, a softer splendour Than when the moon was wont to rise? Surely no sinner wears such seeming Even the Rescued World within?"

"O the success of His redeeming! O child, it is a rescued sin!"