Celestiall Mansions! Wonder, oh my Soul! Angells Pavillions surely: and no Halls For Mud walld Matter, wherein Vermins rowle, Worm eaten'd ore with Sin, like wormhold Walls. Shall Earthen Pitchers set be on the Shelfe Of such blesst Mansions Heavenly Plate of Wealth? May I presume to screw a single thought Well splic'de with Saving Faith, into my Heart, That my poore Potshread, all o're good for nought May ever in these Lodgens have a part The influences of the Same would fly With rapid flashes through my heart of joy. Oh! that thy Spirit would my Soule Inlay With such rich lining, Graces Web, that would While in my Loom, me in these Tents convay, And that thy Sovereign Love might ever hold Me in the paths that to these Mansions bring, That I might ever dwell with thee therein. Oh! that my Meditations all were frindg'd With Sanctifying Gifts: and all my wayes Borderd were with Obedience rightly hindg'd Lord on thy word thy Honour bright to raise. Oh! that my Paths were pavde with Holiness And that thy Glory were their shining dress. Array me, Lord, with such rich robes all ore As for their Matter, and their modes usd are Within these Mansions. Dye them all therefore Deep in thy blood: to make them gracious Ware. If with thy precious robes will't dress me here My present tunes shall sing thy praise when there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN TO CHRIST, AT THE AUTHOR'S LAST GOING INTO GERMANY by JOHN DONNE THE LAST LOOK O' HAME by HEW AINSLIE THE MALLARDS PASS UNHARMED by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER THE BRIGHT ASSASSIN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |