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…

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.

Ever is that which cannot be measured but by it self; ever is that out of which take never so many ages, and worlds of time, there is not a moment less to come, ever is still to begin, never to end; eternity is still entire, a spring which fills as fast as it empties; a vast circle, which begins where it ends, and ends where it begins.

Ever is that which cannot be measured but by it self; ever is that out of which take never so many ages, and worlds of time, there is not a moment less to come, ever is still to begin, never to end; eternity is still entire, a spring which fills as fast as it emties; a vast circle, which begins where it ends, and ends where it begins.