Then the holy paths we'll travel,

Strewed with rubies thick as gravel,

Ceilings of diamonds, sapphire floors,

High walls of coral, and pearl bowers.

From thence, to Heaven's bribeless Hall,

Where no corrupted voices brawl.

No conscience molten into gold;

Nor forged accusers bought and sold.

No cause deferred, nor vain spent journey;

For there, Christ is the King's Attorney,