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The Soul's Preparation for Christ
The souls preparation for Christ. Or, A treatise of contrition Wherein is discovered how God breaks the heart and wounds the soul, in the conversion of a sinner to Himself.The soules preparation for Christ. Or, A treatise of contrition Wherein is discovered how God breaks the heart and wounds the soule, in the conversion of a sinner to Himselfe.
London: printed by M. Flesher for Robert Dawlman, 1632London: printed by M. Flesher for Robert Davvlman, 1632
THE SOULS PREPARATION FOR CHRIST.THE SOVLES PREPARATION FOR CHRIST.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
The valley of Achor is the valley of trouble, of stoning, or consternation, so the Lord doth here; he draweth the soul into the wilderness of sorrow for sin, but doth he leave the soul there? no, there is the door of hope also, and there the soul shall sing as in former times. And hereupon the soul saith, there is some hope that God will do good unto me for all this; there is hope the Lord is melting me, to make me a vessel of glory: that's a gloomy night when there is neither moon nor candle to be seen: so though the soul be marvellous gloomy and heavy, yet there is some crevice of light and consolation let into the heart, still cheering and refreshing it: the Lord knows what metal we are made of, and remembers that we are but dust, 1therefore he so corrects us, that he may leave an inkling of mercy and favour in our hearts.
The valley of Achor is the valley of trouble, of stoning, or consternation, so the Lord doth here; he draweth the soule into the wildernesse of sorrow for sinne, but doth he leave the soule there? no, there is the doore of hope also, and there the soule shall sing as in former times. And hereupon the soule saith, there is some hope that God will do good unto me for all this; there is hope the Lord is melting me, to make me a vessel of glory: that's a gloomy night when there is neither moone nor candle to be seen: so though the soule be marvelous gloomy and heavy, yet there is some crevise of light and consolation let into the heart, still chearing and refreshing it: the Lord knowes what metall we are made of, and remembers that we are but dust, 1therefore he so corrects us, that he may leave an inkling of mercy and favour in our hearts.