Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in Christ, and hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in heavenly places.
Up from the grip of sin and death we are seated with him.
And oh, it makes me wonder.
Nothing worldly there, they say, while here on earth the profane has sway.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, and my spirit is crying for leaving, and oh!
And a new day will dawn for those who stand alone, and the forests will echo with laughter.
We are remade immortal, righteous and free.
Brothers and heirs of infinity, glorified with Christ in cosmological fair, all things celestial freely shared.
Ours is better than those of old, whose promise of land, milk, cows, goats, rain, and mist were all forfeited by perfidiousness.
Not diffused to the winds like those, we sit with Christ in our wedding clothes.
A banquet.
Heavenly food round the table, heavenly brew.
Not slaves and serfs, Satan has no claim.
Freed from his chains on a whole new turf.
The table is set, furnished complete, of which they who serve the antique altar have no right to eat.
Freshly baked bread, rare aged wine, turned into divinized body and blood, announced to come and dine.
Mystically birthed, all things gathered in Christ, both which are in heaven, And which are on earth.