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IF thus our Nature tend to Happiness; there's sure some happiness to content our Nature.
Sure the All-wise Creator has provided means to satisfie the Appetites which him∣self has made.
Doubt not, my Soul, the Bounty of thy Lord; but turn all thy fear to thine own Unworthiness.
Look up, and see a rich delicious Land; that flows with sweeter Streams than Milk and Honey.
Look up, and see a glorious City; in∣comparably braver than the Courts of Kings.
Behold the blessed Angels shining on their Thrones; and all the Holy Saints triumphing with their Hymns.
Behold the Glory wherewith they are crown'd; in the solemn day of their espou∣sals with himself.
Look up, yet higher, O my Soul! and see the sacred Humanity of thy dear Re∣deemer:
That blessed Jesus, that died for us up∣on the Cross; and now invites us to par∣take of his Crown.
See and rejoice in those eternal Ho∣nours; which Heaven and Earth pay to their King.
Look up once more, and infinitely far∣ther; and humbly admire the unspeakable Mystery.
See, and adore the soveraign Deity, essentially full of its own blest Light:
Full, and overflowing to all its Crea∣tures; which shine as little Beams deriv'd from him.
When thou hast seen all this, my Soul; and staid and dwelt a while among those Wonders:
Turn down thine Eye to the Earth a∣gain; and see the petty things that enter∣tain our Minds.
What is a name of Honour, or momen∣tary Pleasure, compar'd to the bliss of an eternal Paradise?
What is a Bag of Money, or a fair E∣state; if counter-balanc'd with the Trea∣sures of Heaven?
How narrow there do our greatest Kingdoms seem? how small a Circle the whole Globe of the Earth?
Cities and Towns shew like little Hills; and the busie World but as a swarm of Ants:
Running up and down, and jostling one another; and all this stir for a few grains of Corn.
O Heaven! let me again lift up mine Eyes to thee; and take a fuller view of that glorious Prospect.
There let me stand, and fix my steddy sight, till I have look'd my self into this firm Judgment:
All the prosperous Fortune we can here possess, or even the largest Fancy can imagine;
All is an idle Dream to those real Joys; an absolute nothing to that sound Feli∣city.
Glory be to the Father, &c. As it was in the Beginning, &c.