Remains of that excellent minister of Jesus Christ, Mr. Joseph Alleine being a collection…Remaines of that excellent minister of Jesus Christ, Mr. Joseph Alleine being a collection…

O fool that I am, and slow of heart to believe, how is my understanding tied to my senses, that I am apt to believe little but what I see? what poor low conceptions have I of God, how little a portion do I know of him? he goeth by me, and I see him not; he passeth on, and I perceive him not; how little is it that my understanding will reach too? and how grossly do I apprehend and conceive that little? Although Christ hath anointed my eyes, yet my imperfect sight of the things of the Gospel is like his we read of, who saw men walking as trees. But you, O Blessed Souls who are now in Glory, you see face to face what I see in a glass darkly; your Sun is risen, you see by the clearest Meridian light, what I am fain to grope for in the dark; those mi•s of darkness and ignorance are dispelled from your understandings, and you have the blessedness to see, what I have scarce faith to believe; Thrice happy Souls, your day ends not, your Sun sets not, you have perfect day, no clouds overcast you; you have perfect ⟨p. 313⟩knowledge, no scruples molest you; you are perfect light, and perfect life: The mysteries hid from us, are made known to you, your light is increased, your capacities are enlarged, your veil removed, and you are filled with all the fullness of God: mysterious Providences are all unravelled to you, you see the glorious contexture of every piece, and all the art and contrivances of that curious Tapestry, of which I can see but here an arm, and there a leg, and know not how to put passages together, nor what to make of them. O when shall that which is in part be done away? when shall the day dawn, and the day star arise in my heart? my soul waits for the Lord, more than they that wait for the morning, yea, more than they that wait for the morning. Alas, how doth my spirit sink oftentimes, when I consider the imperfections of my understanding? how I am at every turn baffled and posed in my own thoughts, and perplexed in a labyrinth of difficulties, out of which I cannot extricate my self. Oh when will the time come that I shall see as I am seen; and that I shall have all my objections answered, my doubts resolved, my difficulties removed? Ah this cloud of flesh, what glory dost thou keep from shining in upon me? how can I see through all this dirt? well but in thy light Lord I shall see light:

O fool that I am, and slow of heart to believe, how is my understanding tyed to my senses, that I am apt to believe little but what I see? what poor low conceptions have I of God, how little a portion do I know of him? he goeth by me, and I see him not; he passeth on, and I perceive him not; how little is it that my understanding will reach too? and how grossely do I apprehend and conceive that little? Although Christ hath anointed my eyes, yet my imperfect sight of the things of the Gospel is like his we read of, who saw men walking as trees. But you, O Blessed Souls who are now in Glory, you see face to face what I see in a glass darkly; your Sun is risen, you see by the clearest Meridian light, what I am fain to grope for in the dark; those mis of darkness and ignorance are dispelled from your understandings, and you have the blessedness to see, what I have scarce faith to believe; Thrice happy Souls, your day ends not, your Sun sets not, you have perfect day, no clouds overcast you; you have perfect