The crucifying of the world

but you see not the life that is hid with Christ in God, nor their appearing with him in Glory, when Christ who is their life appears. Your unbelieving souls imagine there will be no ⟨image 16⟩May or harvest, because it is now Winter with us: You think the Rose and beautious flowers which are promised us in that Spring, are but delusions, because you know not the virtue of that life that's in the root, nor the Powerful influence of that Sun of the Believers. You see the dead body, but you see not the soul alive with Christ, retired into its Root. You see the Candle put out, and know not whether the flame is gone, and think not how small a touch of the yet living soul will light it again.

but you see not the life that is hid with Christ in God, nor their appearing with him in Glory, when Christ who is their life appears. Your unbelieving souls imagine there will be no ⟨image 16⟩May or harvest, because it is now Winter with us: You think the Rose and beautious flowers which are promised us in that Spring, are but delusions, because you know not the vertue of that life thats in the root, nor the Powerful influence of that Sun of the Believers. You see the dead body, but you see not the soul alive with Christ, retired into its Root. You see the Candle put out, and know not whether the flame is gone, and think not how small a touch of the yet living soul will light it again.

And so on the other side, you look on the swaggering Gallant, but you look not on the ulcerous soul; you hear them laughing and jesting in their joviality; but you hear them not yet groaning in their pains: you see them clambering into the seat of honour, but see them not cast into the grave: you see them run and ride in pomp and pleasure, following the delights of the flesh, attended by their followers that honour and applaud them; but you see them not yet gasping under the pangs of death, nor laid in the dust as still as stones. You see their beauty and glittering attire, but you see not the pale and ghastly face that death will give them, nor the skulls that are stripped of all those ornaments; you smell their perfumes, but you smell not their putrefaction; you see their lands and spacious houses and sumptuous furniture; but you see not how narrow a room will serve them in the grave; nor how little there they differ from the most contemptible of men. Nay more; you see them with Ahab going forth to battle, and leaving the Prophets with the bread and water of affliction; but you see them not yet returning with the mortal blow; you see them in their honours and abundance, but see them not on Christs left hand in judgement: you see them clothed richly and faing deliciously every day; but you see them not in bell torments, wishing in vain for a drop of water to abate their flames: you hear them honoured, and hear their words of pride and ostentation; but you hear