4. The height of the Love of Christ: All the measure of the height of Christs Love we can take, is to say its unmeasurable; It is high, we cannot attain unto it, Psal. 139.6. his Love reaches the Soul on Earth, and never leaves it, till it has conducted it to Heaven; he Loves Grace into the Soul, and Loves the Soul into Glory; what that Glory is, Go and see! The taste of it, is to be had here, the feast is reserved for hereafter; wrath to come, and life to come are unconceivable, and therefore unexpressible; we can neither order our Speech by reason of our inward darkness, nor of that ineffable Light, thoughts fail us, words fail us; we are lost in the thoughts of future blessedness, as well as in those of our former misery! What therefore we cannot perfectly understand, let us silently, and reverently Admire, and Adore! What a prodigious height did Man fall from, when he fell from his God? What a desperate Abyss of misery did he fall into when he fell into sin? And therefore what a stupendous height is that ⟨image 66⟩which Love shall raise him to in Glory? All we can do, is to put no bounds to our Love to Christ: The true measure of our Love to Christ, should be to Love him without measure; and the true degree of our Love to a Redeemer is to Love him in the highest Degree; But alas! Where is our Love to Christ? How weakly do we express our Love to him, who has given us the fullest, clearest demonstrations of his to us, beyond all expressions! His was stronger then death, ours ready to die; the water-floods colds not quench his, a few drops extinguish ours; he shed blood for us with more freedom, than we a few tears over him, and his bleeding, almost dying interest in the World; he loved sinners better than we can love Saints; he died for us with more flame of zeal, than we can live to, and for him: Let us be ashamed that we can find a love so vehement for our perishing comforts, nay for our killing corruptions, and yet have so indifferent affections for a Saviour! How shall we be able to Love our enemies for his sake, when we can neither Love him with an intense Love for his sake, nor our own? Let us mourn therefore bitterly that the Love of Christ should be unconceivable, and invisible, and that our Love to him should be so too, upon such different accounts; his for the greatness of it, ours for its smallness.
4. The height of the Love of Christ: All the measure of the height of Christs Love we can take, is to say its unmeasurable; It is high, we cannot attain unto it, Psal. 139.6. his Love reaches the Soul on Earth, and never leaves it, till it has conducted it to Heaven; he Loves Grace into the Soul, and Loves the Soul into Glory; what that Glory is, Go and see! The taste of it, is to be had here, the feast is reserved for hereafter; wrath to come, and life to come are unconceivable, and therefore unexpressible; we can neither order our Speech by reason of our inward darkness, nor of that ineffable Light, thoughts fail us, words fail us; we are lost in the thoughts of future blessedness, as well as in those of our former misery! What therefore we cannot perfectly understand, let us silently, and reverently Admire, and Adore! What a prodigious height did Man fall from, when he fell from his God? What a desperate Abyss of misery did he fall into when he fell into sin? And therefore what a stupendious height is that ⟨image 66⟩which Love shall raise him to in Glory? All we can do, is to put no bounds to our Love to Christ: The true measure of our Love to Christ, should be to Love him without measure; and the true degree of our Love to a Redeemer is to Love him in the highest Degree; But alas! Where is our Love to Christ? How weakly do we express our Love to him, who has given us the fullest, clearest demonstrations of his to us, beyond all expressions! His was stronger then death, ours ready to die; the water-floods coulds not quench his, a few drops extinguish ours; he shed blood for us with more freedom, than we a few tears over him, and his bleeding, almost dying interest in the World; he loved sinners better than we can love Saints; he died for us with more flame of zeal, than we can live to, and for him: Let us be ashamed that we can find a love so vehement for our perishing comforts, nay for our killing corruptions, and yet have so indifferent affections for a Saviour! How shall we be able to Love our enemies for his sake, when we can neither Love him with an intense Love for his sake, nor our own? Let us mourn therefore bitterly that the Love of Christ should be unconceivable, and invisible, and that our Love to him should be so too, upon such different accounts; his for the greatness of it, ours for its smallness.
