Religion & morality > Poem on the creation of the world, or, A meditation on the wonderful operation of the divine hand

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Who, who can know the Creatures Number
vaft.
From the firft made, to Woman who was laft
Of all the Creatures that we read of made;
Which done, the World then was finifhed.
When God unto the Univerfe gave Birth,
And did create the Heavens and the Earth,
He in this Work did with himfelf begin.
That lofty Place to make he dwelleth in;
Altho’ he be God prefent every where,
His glorious Prefence it i$ only there;
It is in Heaven the third and higheft Story,
Which Scripture calls the Place of Biiifs and
Glory.
But this Imperial Seat of Majefly,
Who here below its Glory can defcry ?
We find recorded are in facred Writ,
Many and various Metaphors of it.
This glorious City, as in Scripture fafd.
His twelve Foundations, which Jehovah laid;
An equal Number alfo has of Gates,
At each of which a glorious Angel waits:
The Wall of it, fays the Apoille John,
Is garnifhed with every precious Stone:
That City mu ft be fplendid to behold,
That is compar’d to pure and precious Gold;
Its very Streets are faid to be no lefs
Than Gold fo pure, that’s like tranfparent G lafs.
Of Sun or Moon this City hath no need,
Which doth for Light the glorious Sun exceed.
’Tis doubted much if this third Heaven was
At all compris’d in the confufed Chaos.
But fince that its Created Glory lies.
Quite out of Sight from all belov* the Skies,