Hymn CLXXX. Common Metre. The Holiness and Happiness of Heaven

Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard, Nor sense, nor reason known, What joys the father hath prepar'd For those that love the Son.

But the good spirit of the Lord Reveals a heaven to come; The beams of glory in his word Allure and guide us home.

Pure are the joys above the sky, And all the region peace; No wanton lip, nor envious eye Can see or taste the bliss.

Not the malicious or profane, The covetous or proud, Nor thieves nor slanderers shall obtain The kingdom of our God.

Those holy gates forever bar Pollution, sin and shame; None shall receive admittance there But followers of the lamb.

If we are wash'd in Jesus' blood And pardon'd thro' his name; If the good spirit of our God Has sanctify'd our frame;

We ask a persevering power To keep thy just commands; We would defile our hearts no more, No more pollute our hands.