God's anger

Thus one grace begets another, by a supernatural generation, till they increase in number and measure, by the Divine inspiration. Faith calls up repentance, repentance brings in pardon and forgiveness, pardon leads in comfort, and thus, O my God, Thy comforts delight my soul.

Thus one grace begets another, by a supernatural generation, til they increase in number and measure, by the Divine inspiration. Faith calls up repentance, repentance brings in pardon and forgivenesse, pardon leads in comfort, and thus, O my God, Thy comforts delight my soul.

4. When God, by the preaching of his law, hath broken up the fallow ground of our hearts, and by the applying of his Gospel hath sown the seed of eternal life in those furrows, he looks that we should bestow our labour in the watering of this plantation. The ground is his, for he made it: the seed is his, for he gives it: the harvest is his, and he owns it. Yet such is the bounty of his goodness, that he gives his farmers the fruits of it. The rent of that great Landlords glory being truly payed, the product is ours, even the comfort and salvation of our poor souls. All our pains is, but to hook up the weeds, that would hinder the growth of the corn, and dew the furrows with our tears, that it may spring up with cheerfulness. But when the reaping-time comes, the whole crop is ours: and we come home singing with joy and thankfulness; Thy comforts have delighted our souls. When those glorious reapers, the Angels shall bear up our souls to heaven, like sheaves into the barn, we shall sing harvest-home, & glorify our infinite good God, and our sweet Saviour Jesus Christ.

4. When God, by the preaching of his law, hath broken up the fallow ground of our hearts, and by the applying of his Gospel hath sown the seed of eternal life in those furrows, he lookes that we should bestow our labour in the watering of this plantation. The ground is his, for he made it: the seed is his, for he gives it: the harvest is his, and he owns it. Yet such is the bounty of his goodness, that he gives his farmers the fruits of it. The rent of that great Landlords glory being truly payed, the product is ours, even the comfort and salvation of our poor souls. All our pains is, but to hook up the weeds, that would hinder the growth of the corn, and dew the furrows with our tears, that it may spring up with chearfulness. But when the reaping-time comes, the whole crop is ours: and we come home singing with joy and thankfulness; Thy comforts have delighted our souls. When those glorious reapers, the Angels shal bear up our souls to heaven, like sheaves into the barn, we shal sing harvest-home, & glorifie our infinite good God, and our sweetSaviour JesusChrist.