There is no after, or before.”
The following is part of Wesley’s description of the last judgment:—
“The awful trumps of God! a call they sound,
Rolling through nature’s universal round;
That signal heard from the dissolving sky,
Decrepit nature lays her down to die:
Not so man’s deathless race, who now revive,
And must in joy or pain for ever live!
Vast heaps on heaps, thick orbs on orbs are hurl’d,
Chaos on chaos, world confused in world;