soft vibrations broke,

Upon our senses while he spoke,

Sending through every soul,

A deep unutterable thrill!

    “Oh! I have been in Heaven!”

To me it has been given

To see the Throne of Light,

And Hosts of Angels bright,

And Ransomed Spirits robed in white;

They knew my name,

And who I am,

And whence I came;

I heard them loud through heaven proclaim:

“Make room! make room!

John Paul has come! John Paul has come!”

Bear the glad tidings far

As the remotest star!

Let every tongue

The shout prolong!

Sound the Redeemer’s praise,

In loudest, loftiest lays!

Your noblest Anthems raise

To everlasting days,

To Him who bought him

With His precious blood;

To Him who brought him

To this bright Abode

Of perfect blessedness,

And everlasting peace,

“The Bosom of his Father and his God.”

VII.

“Oh! I shall surely reach that place,

Through matchless grace!

One moment more below

I linger, then I go,

From this dark world of woe,

Where floods of sorrow overflow,

To those bright beauteous Plains,

Where Glory everlasting reigns:

That Land of heavenly Rest,

Among the Pure and Blest,

Where Jesus is—where I

Shall never sin again or sigh;—

In that bright World on high,

There are no stains

Of sin, and no remains

Of sorrow, sighs, and pains;

But pure and perfect happiness,

And royal robes of heavenly dress,

I shall eternally possess:

Where holiness and peace

Never to cease,

But ever to increase,

Abound—ah yes! this Bliss,

Which I shall there possess,

In all its glorious blessedness,

Forever and forever reigns,

O’er all those wide extended plains.”

    “Oh! I must meet you there,

My brothers! you must share

That Blessedness with me,

So wonderful, so free;

That Mansion in the skies,

Not bought with gold or price,

But with the precious blood,

Of Christ, the Lamb of God,

Who died on Calvary’s bloody tree,

In pain, and bitterest agony,

To set us guilty sinners free,

From all our sin and misery.

Oh! wondrous Love! that we, even WE,