1 His Word confirms the sale: Those sheets enfold my bliss: Eternity itself's the pale Wherein my true estate enclosed is: Each ancient miracle's a seal: Apostles, prophets, martyrs, patriarchs are The witnesses; and what their words reveal, Their written records do declare. All may well wonder such a 'state to see In such a solemn sort settled on me. 2 Did not His Word proclaim My title to th' estate, His works themselves affirm the same By what they do; my wish they antedate. Before I was conceiv'd, they were Allotted for my great inheritance; As soon as I among them did appear They did surround me, to advance My interest and love. Each creature says, 'God made us thine, that we might show His praise.' 3 The services they do, Aloud proclaim them mine; In that they are adapted to Supply my wants; in which they all combine To please and serve me, that I may God, angels, men, fowls, beasts, and fish enjoy, Both in a natural and transcendent way; And to my soul the sense convey Of wisdom, goodness, power, and love divine, Which made them all, and made them to be mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABANDONED RANCH, BIG BEND by HAYDEN CARRUTH MARSHALL WASHER by HAYDEN CARRUTH AMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SEPULCHRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOUVENIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHERE? by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR |