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Looking unto Jesus a view of the everlasting gospel, or, the souls eying of…
Looking unto Jesus a view of the everlasting gospel, or, the souls eying of Jesus as carrying on the great work of mans salvation from first to last / by Isaac Ambrose ...
London: printed for Richard Chiswel, 1680
Book 2 › Chapter 2 › Section 5: Of believing in Jesus in that respect.
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.
O cries the Soul, I cannot believe: what? is it possible that God in his Eternity should have any thought of me? What, of me, being not yet born, 1neither having done any good or evil? What, of me, born in these last times of the world, the least of Saints, the greatest of Sinners, less then the least of all Gods mercies? that of such a one the great God, the Majesty of Heaven and Earth should have a thought, a project, a counsel, a knowledge of approbation, a purpose, a decree: Nay, enter into a Covenant with his Son for my salvation? I cannot believe it. Alas! What am I to God? or what need hath God of me? If all the Nations of the Earth are to him, but as a drop of a bucket; 2and as the small dust of the Balance; O what a minime am I of that drop? or what a little, little atom am I of that small dust; and is it probable that the greatness of God ⟨p. 50⟩the goodness of God, the power of God, the wisdom of God, the Eternal Counsels of God, should work for me, to make me glorious, blessed, happy, to make me one with himself, and one with his Son, and one with his Spirit? what care take I of every dust of the Earth, or of every sand one the Sea-shore? and yet these are my fellow-creatures; there's a thousand times more disproportion betwixt God and me, and would God take care of me before I was, or before the World was? what, would he busy himself and his Son, about such a worthless wretched worm? would he decree Christ to come from the Father for me, to be my Redeemer, my Jesus, my Saviour? I cannot, I dare not, I will not believe.
O cries the Soul, I cannot believe: what? is it possible that God in his Eternity should have any thought of me? What, of me, being not yet born, 1neither having done any good or evil? What, of me, born in these last times of the world, the least of Saints, the greatest of Sinners, less then the least of all Gods mercies? that of such a one the great God, the Majesty of Heaven and Earth should have a thought, a project, a counsel, a knowledge of approbation, a purpose, a decree: Nay, enter into a Covenant with his Son for my salvation? I cannot believe it. Alas! What am I to God? or what need hath God of me? If all the Nations of the Earth are to him, but as a drop of a bucket;