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…

Christians, this is the measuring Reed of the new Jerusalem, the Cube of the heavenly Temple, the breadth, and length, and height whereof, none but he that can lay his right hand on the one end of Eternity, and his left hand on the other end, hath given unto us; the computation whereof infinitely exceeds our Arithmetic, yea, the Arithmetic of all the Angels in heaven.

Christians, this is the measuring Reed of the new Jerusalem, the Cube of the heavenly Temple, the breadth, and length, and height whereof, none but he that can lay his right hand on the one end of Eternity, and his left hand on the other end, hath given unto us; the computation whereof infinitely exceeds our Arithmetick, yea, the Arithmetick of all the Angels in heaven.

Those comparisons of the running out of an hour-glass by a single sand once in the revolution of a thousand years, (by which computation there would be scarce six sands lessened in the glass since the Creation of the world to this day) or, a little birds carrying away a mountain of sand by one small dust once in a twelve-mouth; the emptying of the Sea by a drop once in an age, and whatever of the like nature, these are but like the span of an Infant to measure the circle of the heavens, so many empty cyphers without a figure to calculate eternity by, though they may seem Hyperboles to our childish capacities; oh who can describe eternity! It is an Ocean without a bottom, it cannot be fathomed, a Sea that can never be sailed over from shore to shore.

Those comparisons of the running out of an hour-glass by a single sand once in the revolution of a thousand years, (by which computation there would be scarce six sands lessened in the glass since the Creation of the world to this day) or, a little birds carrying away a mountain of sand by one small dust once in a twelve-mouth; the emptying of the Sea by a drop once in an age, and whatever of the like nature, these are but like the span of an Infant to measure the circle of the heavens, so many empty cyphers without a figure to calculate eternity by, though they may seem Hyperbolies to our childish capacities; oh who can describe eternity! It is an Ocean without a bottom, it cannot be fathomed, a Sea that can never be sailed over from shoar to shoar.