JACOB'S LADDER, by William Blake

The Lamb -- Tenebrae Choir

The fabulous setting of Blake's poem (see below) by Sir John Tavener. My 100th post.

THE LAMB, by William Blake

Little Lamb, who made thee:
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life and bid thee feed
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wooly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee:
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb.
He is meek & he is mild;
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name
Little Lamb, God bless thee.
Little Lamb, God bless thee.

from THE LAST JUDGEMENT

"Men are admitted into Heaven not because they have curbed & govern'd their Passions or have No Passions, but because they have cultivated their Understandings. The Treasures of Heaven are not Negations of Passion, but Realities of Intellect, from which All the Passions Emanate Uncurbed in their Eternal Glory. The Fool shall not enter into Heaven, let him be ever so Holy. Holiness is not the Price of Entrance into Heaven.

Those who are cast out are All Those who, having no Passions of their own, because no Intellect, Have spent their lives in Curbing & Governing other People's by the various arts of Poverty & Cruelty of all kinds. Wo, Wo, Wo to you Hypocrites. Even Murder, the Courts of Justice, more merciful than the Church, are compell'd to allow, is not done in Passion, but in Cool Blooded Design & Intention.

The Modern Church Crucifies Christ with the Head Downward."

- William Blake

Christ in the Sepulchre, Guarded by Angels - William Blake

From the master of spiritual vision. There are endless depths of feeling and beauty in this picture.