'TIS true, I see a glorious State pre∣par'd above, for the Spirits of the Perfect.
But how should we, poor Dust and Ashes, and laden too with the burden of our Sins:
How should we hope to ascend those higher Regions; or claim a Portion in that Holy Land?
Fear not, my Soul, ask the bright An∣gels, what made them happy; and strait they'll answer with a sprightful Voice:
We readily obey'd our great Creator; and he fix'd us here to shine for ever.
Ask the blest Saints, what brought them to Felicity; and immediately they'll tell you in the same glad tune:
We faithfully lov'd our dear Redeemer; and that love has plac'd us here.
Ask both together, what bred those ex∣cellent Vertues? and both together will proclaim aloud:
Blessed for ever be the Grace of our God; which alone has wrought all our Works in us.