Looking unto Jesus a view of the everlasting gospel, or, the souls eying of…

and therefore they are come to the Place where He last was, making the Tomb their Heaven, and the Remembrance of His Presence the Fuel of their Joy: Alas! What do Angels here? I neither came to see them, nor desire to hear them: I came not to see Angels, but the Creator of Angels, to whom I owe more than both to Men and Angels.

and therefore they are come to the Place where He last was, making the Tomb their Heaven, and the Remembrance of His Presence the Fewel of their Joy: Alas! What do Angels here? I neither came to see them, nor desire to hear them: I came not to see Angels, but the Creator of Angels, to whom I owe more than both to Men and Angels.

2. After He appeared, she was filled with Joy; for so it was, that when nothing else would satisfy, or comfort this poor Creature, Jesus Himself appears: At first He is unknown, ⟨p. 447⟩she takes him for the Gardiner of the place, but within a while he utters a voice that opens both her ears, and eyes; And Jesus saith unto her, Mary. It was the sweetest sound that ever she heard; many a time had she been called by that name, but never heard she a voice so effectual, powerful, inward, feeling as at this time; hereby the cloud is scattered, and the Sun of Righteousness appears; this one word Mary, lightens her eyes, dries up her tears, cheers her heart, revives her spirits that were as good as dead. One word of Christ wrought so strange an alteration in her, as if she had been wholly made new, when she was only named. And hence it is that being ravished with his voice, and impatient of delays, she takes his talk out of his mouth, and to his first and only word Mary, she answers, Rabboni] which is to say, Master, q. d. Master, is it thou? with many a salt tear have I sought thee, and art thou unexpectedly so near at hand! thy absence was hell, and thy presence is no less than heaven to me: Oh how is my heart ravished at thy sound? if the babe leaped in the womb of Elizabeth when she but heard the salutation of Mary, how should my heart but leap at thy salutation? I feel I am exceedingly transported beyond my self. Instead of my heavy heart and troubled spirit, I feel now a sweet and delightful Tranquility of mind; thou art my solace, and souls delight; whom have I in heaven but thee? and whom desire I upon earth in comparison of thee? and yet I am not satisfied; not only fruition of thee, but union with thee is that which my soul longs after; not only thy presence, but thy embraces, or my embraces of thee can give content; come then, and give me leave, my Lord, my God, to run to the haunt of my chief delights, to fall at thy sacred feet, and to bathe them with my tears of joy; O my Jesus I must needs deal with thee, as the Spouse dealt with thee: Now I have found thee whom my soul loves dearly, I will hold thee,