Thanks for being made meet for the heavenly Inheritance. Coloss. i. 12

ALL-Glorious GOD, what Hymns of Praise Shall our transported Voices raise? What flaming Love and Zeal is due, While Heav'n stands open to our View?

Once we were fall'n, and O how low! Just on the Brink of endless Woe; Doom'd to a Heritage in Hell, Where Sinners all in Darkness dwell.

But lo, a Ray of chearful Light Scatters the horrid Shades of Night! Lo, what triumphant Grace is shewn To Souls impov'rish'd and undone!

Far, far beyond these mortal Shores A bright Inheritance is ours; Where Saints in Light our Coming wait To share their holy blissful State.

If ready drest for Heav'n we shine, Thine are the Robes, the Crown is thine: May endless Years their Course prolong, While "Thine the Praise" is all our Song.