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Bowels Opened
Bowels opened, or, A discovery of the near and deer love, union and communion betwixt Christ and the Church, and consequently betwixt Him and every believing soul Delivered in divers sermons on the fourth fifth and sixth chapters of the Canticles. By that reverend and faithful minister of the Word, Doctor Sibs, late preacher unto the honourable society of Gray's Inn, and Master of Katharine Hall in Cambridge. Being in part finished by his own pen in his life time, and the rest of them perused and corrected by those whom he entrusted with the publishing of his works.Bovvels opened, or, A discovery of the neere and deere love, union and communion betwixt Christ and the Church, and consequently betwixt Him and every beleeving soule Delivered in divers sermons on the fourth fifth and sixt chapters of the Canticles. By that reverend and faithfull minister of the Word, Doctor Sibs, late preacher unto the honourable societie of Grayes Inne, and Master of Katharine Hall in Cambridge. Being in part finished by his owne pen in his life time, and the rest of them perused and corrected by those whom he intrusted with the publishing of his works.
London: printed by George for George Edwards, 1639
Sermon 3 › I sleep, but my heart waketh.Sermon 3 › I sleepe, but my heart waketh.
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.
4. And it is an odious temper to God; for §4doth not he deserve cheerful service at our hands? hath he been a wilderness to us? doth he not deserve the marrow of our souls? doth not his greatness require it at our hands, that our senses be all waking? and doth not his mercy deserve, that our love should take all care, to serve him that is so gracious and good to us? Is it not the fruit of our redemption to serve him without fear in holiness and righteousness all the days of our lives.1
4. And it is an odious temper to God; for §4doth not hee deserve cheerefull service at our hands? hath he beene a wildernesse to us? doth he not deserve the marrow of our soules? doth not his greatnesse require it at our hands, that our sences bee all waking? and doth not his mercy deserve, that our love should take all care, to serve him that is so gratious and good to us? Is it not the fruit of our redemption to serve him without feare in holinesse and righteousnesse all the daies of our lives.1
5. It is a state not only odious to God, but irksome to our own spirits, the Conscience is never fully at peace in a drowsy state or in drowsy performances.
5. It is a state not onely odious to God, but irksome to our owne spirits, the Conscience is never fully at peace in a drowsie state or in drowsie performances.