God's anger

Yet is thy soul at liberty: no barricaded walls, no iron-gates or grates, no dark dungeons can imprison that. The Jail is a strong prison to thy body, and thy body is but (in a metaphorical phrase) a prison to thy soul; Thy body may not walk abroad, thy soul can. Spite of all thy cruel creditors, and some unmerciful Jailors; she can break Prison: She hath wings that can mount her through clouds and mountains, through orbs and constellations, and (like to Enoch) walk with God, in a heavenly contemplation of his infinite goodness. My ears cannot hear those airy Choristers, singing their Creators praise in the groves: my soul, in speculation, can hear the Anthems of Angels in heaven. I may not hear the Hosanna's of the Church militant in our material Temples below: I may conceive, that my soul hears the Hallelujahs of the Church triumphant above. I may not walk in the green pastures, and flowery meadows on earth: my soul may move in the glorious and melodious galleries of heaven. Thus O Lord, though in my strictest confinement here below, thou hast given me large liberty above. Still I will glorify thee for all thy mercies, for thy comforts delight my soul.

Yet is thy soul at liberty: no barricadoed walls, no iron-gates or grates, no darke dungeons can imprison that. The Jail is a strong prison to thy body, and thy body is but (in a metaphoricall phrase) a prison to thy soul; Thy body may not walke abroad, thy soul can. Spite of all thy cruell creditors, and some unmercifull Jailors; she can break Prison: She hath wings that can mount her through clouds and mountains, through orbs and constellations, and (like to Enoch) walke with God, in a heavenly contemplation of his infinite goodnesse. My ears cannot hear those airy Choristers, singing their Creators praise in the groves: my soul, in speculation, can hear the Anthems of Angels in heaven. I may not hear the Hosanna's of the Church militant in our materiall Temples below: I may conceive, that my soul hears the Halleluiahs of the Church triumphant above. I may not walk in the green pastures, and flowry medows on earth: my soul may move in the glorious and melodious galleries of heaven. Thus O Lord, though in my strictest confinement here below, thou hast given me large liberty above. Still I will glorifie thee for all thy mercies, for thy comforts delight my soul.