the Lamb therein; The building of the walls of it are of Jasper, and the City is of pure gold as cleer as glass; The foundation is garnished with pretious stones, and the twelve gates are twelve pearls; every several gate is of one Pearl, and the street of the City is pure Gold, as it were transparent glass; There is no temple in it, for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the Temple of it. It hath no need of Sun or Moon to shine in it, for the Glory of God doth lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof, and the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the light of it. These sayings are faithful and true; and the Lord God of the holy Pro∣phets, hath sent his Angels (and his own Son) to shew unto his servants the things that must shortly be done, Rev. 21.11, 12, 13. &c. to the end, & 22.6. What sayest thou now to all this? This is thy Rest, O my soul, and this must be the place of thy Everlasting habitation: Let all the sons of Sion then rejoyce, and the daughters of Jerusalem be glad, for great is the Lord, and greatly is he praised in the City of our God; Beautiful for scituation, the Joy of the whole earth, is Mount Sion, God is known in her palaces for a refuge, Psal. 48.11, 1, 2, 3.
Yet proceed on: Anima quae amat ascendit, &c. The soul (saith Austin) that loves, ascends frequently, and runs familiarly through the streets of the heavenly Jerusalem, visiting the Patriachs and Prophets, saluting the Apostles, admiring the Armies of Mar∣tyrs and Confessors, &c. So do thou lead on thy heart as from street to street, bring it into the Palace of the Great King; lead it, as it were, from chamber to chamber; say to it, Here must I lodge, here must I live, here must I praise, here must I love, and be beloved: I must shortly be one of this Heavenly Quire, I shall then be better skilled in the musick; Among this blessed company must I take my place; My voice must joyn to make up the Melody, my teares will then be wiped away, my groans are turned to another tune, my cottage of clay will be changed to this Palace, and my prison rags to these splendid robes: my sordid nasty stinking flesh shall be put off, and such a Sun-like spiritual body put on, For the former things are done away. Glorious things are spoken of thee, O City of God: There it is that trouble and lamentation ceaseth, and the voice of sorrow is not heard: O when I look upon this glorious place: what a dunghil and dungeon, me thinks, is earth. O what a difference betwixt a man feeble, pained, groaning, dying,