Classic Poem

T IR'D of Life and Sin, am I,
Longing with Christ to be;
But, Oh! methinks there's Death's dark Vale,
That parts my Love and me.

So Israel, when to Canaan bound,
A Jordan had in View;
The Priests went in, the Waters rose,
And let all Israel through.

My great High-Priest has conquor'd Death,
Nay, suffer'd it for me;
That I might on his Promise rest,
And from Death's Sting be free.

So when I am for Heaven fit,
I shall no longer Mourn;
For sure an Angel will be sent,
Safe to convey me Home.

Oh! with what Joy then shall I stand
Before that sacred Throne;
And hear the Wonders of his Love,
'Till then, to me unknown!

The Mist'ries of his Providence,
Concurring with his Grace,
Shall clearly be to me reveal'd,
Which here I ne'er could trace.

My dearest Friends and Kindred there,
I likewise hope to meet;
And as we there shall part no more,
Our Raptures will be sweet.

But what will there delight me most,
Th' Mysterious Three-in-One;
And hear them sweetly all agree,
T'accept me thro' the Son.