The Saints' Everlasting Rest

Methinks I see him coming in the clouds, with the attendants of his Angels in Majesty, and in Glory! O poor secure sinners, what will you now do? where will you hide your selves? or what shall cover you? mountains are gone, the earth and heavens that were are passed away; the devouring fire hath consumed all, except your selves, who must be the fuel for ever: O that you could consume as soon as the earth! and melt away as did the heavens! Ah, these wishes are now but vain; the Lamb himself would have been your friend, he would have loved you, and ruled you, and now have saved you; but you would not then, and now too late: Never cry Lord, Lord; too late, too late man; why dost thou look about? can any save thee? whether dost thou run? can any hide thee? O wretch! that hast brought thy self to this! Now blessed Saints that have Believed and Obeyed! This is the end of Faith and Patience: This is it for which you prayed and waited; Do you now repent your sufferings and sorrows? your self-denying and holy walking? Are your tears of Repentance now bitter or sweet? O see how the Judg doth smile upon you! there's love in his looks, The titles of ⟨p. 792⟩Redeemer, Husband, Head, are written in his amiable, shining face: Hark, doth he not call you? He bids you stand here on his right hand; fear not, for there he sets his Sheep: O joyful Sentence pronounced by that blessed mouth! Come ye blessed of my Father, inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the foundations of the world; see how your Saviour takes you by the hand, go along you must, the door is open, the Kingdom's his, and therefore yours; there's your place before his Throne; The Father receiveth you as the Spouse of his Son, he bids you welcome to the Crown of Glory, never so unworthy crowned you must be: this was the project of free redeeming Grace, and this was the purpose of eternal Love. O blessed Grace! O blessed Love! O the frame that my soul will then be in! O how Love and Joy will stir! but I cannot express it! I cannot conceive it.

Methinks I see him coming in the clouds, with the attendants of his Angels in Majesty, and in Glory! O poor secure sinners, what will you now do? where will you hide your selves? or what shall cover you? mountains are gone, the earth and heavens that were are passed away; the devouring fire hath consumed all, except your selves, who must be the fuel for ever: O that you could consume as soon as the earth! and melt away as did the heavens! Ah, these wishes are now but vain; the Lamb himself would have been your friend, he would have loved you, and ruled you, and now have saved you; but you would not then, and now too late: Never cry Lord, Lord; too late, too late man; why dost thou look about? can any save thee? whether dost thou run? can any hide thee? O wretch! that hast brought thy self to this! Now blessed Saints that have Believed and Obeyed! This is the end of Faith and Patience: This is it for which you prayed and waited; Do you now repent your sufferings and sorrows? your self-denying and holy walking? Are your tears of Repentance now bitter or sweet? O see how the Judg doth smile upon you! there's love in his looks, The titles of