Tell how he climb'd the Everlasting Hills
Surveying all the Realms above,
Born on a Strong-wing'd Faith, and on the Fiery Wheels
Of an Immortal Love.
'Twas there he took a glorious Sight
Of the Inheritance of Saints in Light,
And read their Title in their Saviour's Right.
How oft the humble Scholar came,
And to your Songs he rais'd his Ears
To learn the Unutterable Name,
To view the Eternal Base that bears
The New Creations Frame.
The Countenance of God he saw
Full of Mercy, full of Awe,
The Glories of his Power, and Glories of his Grace:
There he beheld the Wondrous Springs
Of those Eternal Sacred Things
The Peaceful Gospel and the Fiery Law
In that Majestic Face.
That Face that all his Gazing Powers employ
With most profound Abasement and exalted Joy.
The Rolls of Fate were half unseal'd,
He stood adoring by;
The Volumes open'd to his Eye,
And sweet Intelligence he held
With all his shining Kindred of the Sky.