Classic Poem

1 John 3 2 July 8

We cannot tell whilst here
what we shall one day be
But when thou shalt again apear
we shall be like to thee.

Thy glory, then shall dart
On us, iradiently
When we shall see thee, as thou art
and be, transform'd therby.

Wee see now in our race
thy glory, somtimes beame
But then we shall see face, to face
and no cloud, intervene

A soull transforming sight
of thee whilst here below
I would desire, that soe I might
into, thy liknese grow.

Still dayly, more, & more
in this imperfect state
Untill I come, through grace, to soare
to sights, imediate.