Mount Pisgah, or, A prospect of heaven being an exposition on the fourth chapter…Movnt Pisgah, or, A prospect of heaven being an exposition on the fourth chapter…

The world is compared to a Stage, where the Scene is quickly changed, and another face of things doth suddenly appear; but Heaven is a place of fixed and immutable beatitudes: Heaven is still of one fashion, their work the same, they rest not day and night, saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come.

The world is compared to a Stage, where the Scean is quickly changed, and another face of things doth suddenly appear; but Heaven is a place of fixed and immutable beatitudes: Heaven is still of one fashion, their work the same, they rest not day and night, saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come.

And their joy the same; They do always behold the face of their heavenly Father. They are in God, like God, Yesterday, and to day, and the same for ever; with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. The Saints in Heaven are so far from mutation, that there is no shadow ⟨p. 71⟩of it. Here on earth our choicest delights meet with changes; created beings show their face a while, then hide it again; their colour goes and comes, they are always in motu & fluxu. Godly acquaintance is sweet, but the farewell is bitter; we call at the door, and sip of the cup, but we cannot stay by it. The best of our time is but a seventh part of it, and how woefully full of diversions! Such is our heaven on earth; but our heaven in glory, or our glory in heaven, is not so, God is the only unchangeable object of the Soul; there the Soul stays, and sucks, and drinks immeasurably, and yet there is not a drop less in the object.

And their joy the same; They do alwayes behold the face of their heavenly Father. They are in God, like God, Yesterday, and to day, and the same for ever; with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. The Saints in Heaven are so far from mutation, that there is no shadow ⟨p. 71⟩of it. Here on earth our choicest delights meet with changes; created beings shew their face a while, then hide it again; their colour goes and comes, they are alwayes in motu & fluxu. Godly acquaintance is sweet, but the farewell is bitter; we call at the door, and sip of the cup, but we cannot stay by it. The best of our time is but a seventh part of it, and how wofully full of diversions! Such is our heaven on earth; but our heaven in glory, or our glory in heaven, is not so, God is the only unchangeable object of the Soul; there the Soul stayes, and sucks, and drinks immeasurably, and yet there is not a drop less in the object.