English poem
Ccxix. [178]
by Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)
The Saints behold with courage bold and thankful wonderment, To see all those that were their foes thus sent to punishment. Then do they sing unto their King a Song of endless Praise; They praise his Name and do proclaim that just are all his ways.
They ascend with Christ into Heaven triumphing.
CCXX.
Thus with great joy and melody to Heav’n they all ascend, Him there to praise with sweetest lays, and Hymns that never end; Where with long rest they shall be blest, and naught shall them annoy, “Where they shall see as seen they be, and whom they love enjoy.
Their eternal happiness and incomparable glory there.