Since Heaven's eternal year is thine.

Since Heaven's eternal year is thine.

And so upon this wise I prayed,--
Great Spirit, give to me
A heaven not so large read more

And so upon this wise I prayed,--
Great Spirit, give to me
A heaven not so large as yours
But large enough for me.

Heaven goes by favor; if it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.

Heaven goes by favor; if it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.

A day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be a
doorkeeper in the house read more

A day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be a
doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of
wickedness.

God keeps a niche
In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit
He brake them to our read more

God keeps a niche
In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit
He brake them to our faces, and denied
That our close kisses should impair their white,--
I know we shall behold them raised, complete,
The dust swept from their beauty, glorified,
New Memnons singing in the great God-light.

If I ever reach heaven I expect to find three wonders there: first, to meet some I had not thought read more

If I ever reach heaven I expect to find three wonders there: first, to meet some I had not thought to see there; second, to miss some I had expected to see there; and third, the greatest wonder of all, to find myself there

Now he [Nebridius] lives in Abraham's bosom.
[Lat., Nunc ille vivit in sinu Abraham.]

Now he [Nebridius] lives in Abraham's bosom.
[Lat., Nunc ille vivit in sinu Abraham.]

I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth read more

I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gave him to me. The exultation floods me.

Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy;
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Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy;
Dreams cannot picture a world so fair--
Sorrow and death may not enter there;
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom,
For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb,
It is there, it is there, my child!