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A breviate of the life of Margaret, the daughter of Francis Charlton ... and…
A breviate of the life of Margaret, the daughter of Francis Charlton ... and wife of Richard Baxter ... : there is also published the character of her mother, truly described in her published funeral sermon, reprinted at her daughters request, called, The last work of a believer, his passing-prayer recommending his departing spirit to Christ, to be received by him.
London: printed for B. Simmons, 1681
Chapter 3: The workings of her soul in and after this Sickness.
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§. 4. Though these were the strivings of her heart towards God, her fears and troubles did not so pass away; settled peace of soul doth seldom come quickly ⟨p. 16⟩to young Converts, though their sincere resolutions may be settled. I find among her Papers yet more of that days work, upon her after examination and review. Bear with the length, if I transcribe it as I find it under her hand.
§. 4. Though these were the strivings of her heart towards God, her fears and troubles did not so pass away; setled peace of soul doth seldom come quickly ⟨p. 16⟩to young Converts, though their sincere resolutions may be setled. I find among her Papers yet more of that days work, upon her after examination and review. Bear with the length, if I transcribe it as I find it under her hand.
Christ saith, In the world you shall have trouble, in me you shall have peace. Something of both now I find at this time: This night after returning thanks to God for my recovery, I find my heart sad, and trouble upon my spirits; and well it may be so: for the sins of this day have been very great: My heart hath not answered the expressions of thanks which have been uttered by the mouths of those that spake them to God. No, no, my heart hath not stirred, and been drawn out towards my God! The thoughts of his love have not ravished my Soul: Alas! I scarce felt any holy spark to warm my Soul this day. This day, which was a day of the greatest mercy of any in all my life; the day in which I have had an opportunity to give thanks for all the mercies of my life, and thanks it self is a greater mercy than the rest: All other mercies are to prepare for this: This is the work of a glorified Saint, even a Saint in heaven before the blessed face of God: It's his everlasting business to Sing the Songs of Thanksgiving and Praise to the Most High: But my thoughts have not been filled with the sweet foretasts of this blessed work which I might have had this day! O God,! I beseech thee forgive my sin, and lay not my deadness to my charge, but overlook all my transgressions, and look on me in Jesus Christ my Saviour. I am thine, Lord, and not mine own: This day I have