Now truly rich, with God doth rest;
With joys consoled for all his ill,
He lives to praise God’s goodness still:
Mark well, O Man, Eternity!
Eternity! Eternity!
How long art thou, Eternity!
A moment’s pleasure sinners know,
Through which they pass to endless woe:
A moment’s woe the righteous taste,
Through which to endless joy they haste: