In heaven soaring up, I dropped an ear <br />On earth: and Oh, sweet melody: <br />And listening, found it was the saints who were <br />Encroached for Heaven that sang for joy. <br />For in Christ's coach they sweetly sing, <br />As they to glory ride therein. <br /> <br />Oh, joyous hearts! Enfired with holy flame! <br />Is speech thus tassled with praise? <br />Will not your inward fire of joy contain: <br />That it in open flames doth blaze? <br />For in Christ's coach saints sweetly sing, <br />As they to glory ride therein. <br /> <br />And if a string do slip by chance, they soon <br />Do screw it up again, whereby <br />They set it in a more melodious tune <br />And a diviner harmony. <br />For in Christ's coach they sweetly sing, <br />As they to glory ride therein. <br /> <br />In all their acts, public and private, nay, <br />And secret too, they praise impart. <br />But in their acts divine and worship, they <br />With hymns do offer up their heart. <br />Thus in Christ's coach they sweetly sing, <br />As they to glory ride therein. <br /> <br />Some few not in; and some whose time and place <br />Block up this coach's way do go <br />As travelers afoot, and so do trace <br />The road that gives them right thereto, <br />While in this coach these sweetly sing, <br />As they to glory ride therein.<br /><br />Edward Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-joy-if-church-fellowship-rightly-attended/
