That! That! There I was told

That I the Son of God am 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 Hev'nly, God-like, and Eternal is.

That We on earth are Kings;

And, tho we're cloath'd with mortal Skin,

Are Inward Cherubins; hav Angels Wings;

Affections, Thoughts, and Minds within,

Can soar throu all the Coasts of Hev'n and Earth;

And shall be sated with Celestial Mirth.