There Be
An ancient poem by an unknown writter
There be prudent prophets all,
The Apostles six and six,
The glorious martyrs in a row,
And confessors in betwixt,
And though the glory of each one
Doth differ in degree,
Yet is the joy of all alike
And common, certainly.
There David stands with harp in hand,
as master of the choir.
A thousand times that man were blest
That may his music hear.
There Mary sings “Magnificat”
With tune surpassing sweet,
with the aroma of pure nard
Pouring from Mary Magdalene’s hands.
Old Simeon and Zacharias
a new songs inflame.
And cheerfully doth sing with all those saints whose harmony through every street doth ring.
And in that holy company,
May you and I find place
through worth of Him who died for us,
and through His glorious grace.
With cherubim and seraphim
And hosts of ransomed men,
To sing our praises to the Lamb,
And add our glad — “Amen”.
“Then I heard what seemed to be the voice of a great multitude, like the roar of many waters and like the sound of mighty peals of thunder, crying out, ‘Hallelujah! For the Lord our God the Almighty reigns. Let us rejoice and exult and give him the glory, for the marriage of the Lamb has come, and his Bride has made herself ready; it was granted her to clothe herself with fine linen, bright and pure -’ for the fine linen is the righteous deeds of the saints. ” (Revelation 19:6-8)
The unknown writer of this old poem saw the glorious wedding banquet of the Lamb at the End Day from the Scriptures and was thrilled by the people he saw there. May you and I be thrilled too.
— exhortation from Rev Zheng
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