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The life and funeral sermon of the Reverend Mr. Thomas Brand Dr. Samuel Annesley
The life and funeral sermon of the Reverend Mr. Thomas Brand Dr. Samuel Annesley.
London: printed for John Dunton, 1692
THE Reverend Mr. BRAND's Funeral Sermon. › Doctrine › Proposition 5: V. Prop.
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.
V. The present time is always the fittest for the present Duty. What is our present Duty? There are peculiar Seasons for particular Duties, Eccles. 8.6. Because there is a time and season for every work, therefore the Misery of Man is great upon him. Here it is that we blunder, and run our selves into confusion, in perverting our Duties, in doing that first which should be last, and putting off that to the last which should be first. 1Seek ye first the Kingdom of God. We tire our selves in hunting after the ⟨p. 107⟩World, and when we are weary, we would have rest, not in Heaven, that's a Holy place, possest by holy Inhabitants, Holiness is hated about all things, let it be called Heaven, but let it be a Turkish Paradise, a place of freedom from Misery, and an enjoyment of sensual Delights. Thus we pervert both means and end, and while out our life in a Dream, till we awake in Hell. At best we lose our Tide, and then must row against it all the way. Whereas the hardest Duties of Religion, did we but mind their season, would be made graciously natural to us.
V. The present time is always the fittest for the present Duty. What is our present Duty? There are preculiar Seasons for particular Duties, Eccles. 8.6. Because there is a time and season for every work, therefore the Misery of Man is great upon him. Here it is that we blunder, and run our selves into confusion, in perverting our Duties, in doing that first which should be last, and putting off that to the last which should be first. 1Seek ye first the Kingdom of God. We tire our selves in hunting after the ⟨p. 107⟩World, and when we are weary, we would have rest, not in Heaven, that's a Holy place, possest by holy Inhabitants, Holiness is hated about all things, let it be called Heaven, but let it be a Turkish Paradice, a place of freedom from Misery, and an enjoyment of sensual Delights. Thus we pervert both means and end, and while out our life in a Dream, till we awake in Hell. At best we lose our Tyde, and then must row against it all the way. Whereas the hardest Duties of Religion, did we but mind their season, would be made graciously natural to us.