INTO the rescued world newcomer,
⁠The newly-dead stepped up, and cried,
"Oh what is that, sweeter than summer
⁠Was to my heart before I died?
Sir (to an angel), what is yonder
⁠More bright than the remembered skies,
A lovelier light, a softer splendour
⁠Than when the moon was wont to rise?
Surely no sinner wears such seeming
⁠Even the Rescued World within?"

"O the success of His redeeming!
⁠O child, it is a rescued sin!"