And when the Soul is breathed out, and received into the Angels Arms, and perceives the swiftness of the Motion they carried it with, how greatly will it be delighted to think, tho' the Way be long, yet it will not be long before I shall be at my Journey's End: O the haste! the haste! the speedy haste they do make to lodge me in my Saviour's Arms! Methinks, they think it long till they show me, what in Heaven is prepared for me! Methinks, they are Holily ⟨p. 86⟩Ambitious to help me forward, that I might see the State, and Place, and Company above, and how Glorious they all are! O, how do they fly! How do they fly! How swiftly do they fly with me in their Arms, that they may lodge me in that Place of Rest and Joy, wherein they have for so long a Duration seen the Face of God, joyed in their Rest, and rested in their Joy, and are desirous to have me there, that I, with God, and Christ, and them, might Rest, and Joy to all Eternity. I am now out of hearing of the Clocks, and see not the artificial Dials, by which Men see hourly the Motion of the Sun, whereby they measure their Time, and on their Journeys know how many Miles an Hour they go over: If in an Hour to their Earthly Home, they travel, with the Help of Horses and Chariots, Eight or Ten Miles, what haste do they think they make? How soon do they think they shall be at Home, received and entertained with Joy, with loving Embracements, by Friends waiting, looking, longing for their coming Home? But their swiftest Pace to their Earthly Home, is slow to mine, to my Heavenly Home: It is, to mine, as the Crawling of a Snail, to the Motion of ⟨p. 87⟩the Sun. God is looking for me, and Christ is looking for me, and the Blessed Inhabitants above are looking for me: Is the Cry in Heaven, Why is yonder Soul so long a coming? When will it be here, that we might have a new Lodger in our Dwellings? Angels were ordered to go for him, the Horses and the Chariots were sent to fetch him up: Why is his Chariot so long a coming? Why tarry the Wheels of his Chariot? The Soul on its Journey looking out of his Chariot, and up to Heaven, and seeing them out of the Windows of Heaven looking for him, and calling, come away, make haste and come to us, it replies. I hasten, I hasten, I come, behold I come quickly.
And when the Soul is breathed out, and received into the Angels Arms, and perceives the swiftness of the Motion they carried it with, how greatly will it be delighted to think, tho' the Way be long, yet it will not be long before I shall be at my Journey's End: O the haste! the haste! the speedy haste they do make to lodge me in my Saviour's Arms! Methinks, they think it long till they shew me, what in Heaven is prepared for me! Methinks, they are Holily ⟨p. 86⟩Ambitious to help me forward, that I might see the State, and Place, and Company above, and how Glorious they all are! O, how do they fly! How do they fly! How swiftly do they fly with me in their Arms, that they may lodge me in that Place of Rest and Joy, wherein they have for so long a Duration seen the Face of God, joyed in their Rest, and rested in their Joy, and are desirous to have me there, that I, with God, and Christ, and them, might Rest, and Joy to all Eternity. I am now out of hearing of the Clocks, and see not the artificial Dials, by which Men see hourly the Motion of the Sun, whereby they measure their Time, and on their Journeys know how many Miles an Hour they go over: If in an Hour to their Earthly Home, they travel, with the Help of Horses and Chariots, Eight or Ten Miles, what haste do they think they make? How soon do they think they shall be at Home, received and entertained with Joy, with loving Embracements, by Friends waiting, looking, longing for their coming Home? But their swiftest Pace to their Earthly Home, is slow to mine, to my Heavenly Home: It is, to mine, as the Crawling of a Snail, to the Motion of ⟨p. 87⟩the Sun. God is looking for me, and Christ is looking for me, and the Blessed Inhabitants above are looking for me: Is the Cry in Heaven, Why is yonder Soul so long a coming? When will it be here, that we might have a new Lodger in our Dwellings? Angels were ordered to go for him, the Horses and the Chariots were sent to fetch him up: Why is his Chariot so long a coming? Why tarry the Wheels of his Chariot? The Soul on its Journey looking out of his Chariot, and up to Heaven, and seeing them out of the Windows of Heaven looking for him, and calling, come away, make haste and come to us, it replies. I hasten, I hasten, I come, behold I come quickly.
