A Glimpse Of That Glory, Poem by Henry Arthington

Though eye may see, and tongue can tell
The state of greatest Princes heere,
And such as in their courts do dwell,
Or chiefest rule and office beare.

No eye hath seene, no eare hath heard,
No tongue of mortall man can tell,
The high estate in heauen prepard,
Wherein the Saints of God shall dwell.

No Princes Court, so stately heare,
But mortall men the same did frame,
But, Heauenly pallace is so faire,
As God (not man) did build the same.

No eye hath seene, &c.

In Princes Court, no subiect may,
Weare any Crown (saue Prince alone)
In heauen, the Saintes of God alway,
Weare Crownes of glory euery one.

No eye hath seene, &c.

In Princes Court, with Prince to sit,
But few, so highly honored be,
In Heauen all Saints Christ doth admit,
To sit and raigne with him daily.

No eye hath seene, &c.

In Princes Courts, some loosely liue,
And grieue the Godly day by day,
In Heauen: None there offences giue,
Nor once can sin no kind of way.

No eye hath seene, &c.

In Princes Courts, some men doe want
(Though others haue enough and more,
In Heauen, none there feele any scant,
Nor any person can be poore.

No eye hath seene, &c.

In Princes Courtes, some liue in paine,
By sores and grieues of sundry kinds,
In Heauen all men in health remaine,
For nothing there can vexe their minds.

No eye hath seene, &c.

In Princes Courts, some do lament,
(By sundry kinds of casualities,)
In Heauen, their time in mirth is spent,
(For teares are wyped from their eyes.)

No eye hath seene, &c.

In Princes Courts, some sing Gods praise,
(But soone are weary of the same,)
In Heauen they laud the Lord alwaies,
And still reioyce to praise his name.

No eye hath seene, &c.

In Princes Courts, whom Prince doth loue,
May (by occasion) loathas sore,
In Heauen; All there, in Christ aboue,
Do liue and loue for euermore.

No eye hath seene, &c.

In Princes Courts, though men should haue,
What hart could thinke, it would decay,
In Heauen such ioyes all there receaue
As by no change, can weare away.

No eye hath seene, &c.

Thus may we see, by that is saide,
How much we all are bound to Christ,
When Princes Courts are but a shade,
Compard with his, in Heauen the hyest.

No eye hath seene, no eare hath heard,
Nor tongue of mortall man can tell,
The high estate in Heauen prepard,
Wherein the Saints of God shall dwell.