That! That! There I was told
That I the son of God was made,
His image. O divine! And that fine gold,
With all the joys that here do fade,
Are but a toy, compared to the bliss
Which heavenly, God-like, and eternal is.
That we on earth are kings;
And, tho we’re cloth’d with mortal skin,
Are inward cherubins, have angels’ wings;
Affections, thoughts, and minds within,
Can soar through all the coasts of Heaven and earth;
And shall be sated with celestial mirth.