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Richard Baxter's dying thoughts upon Phil. I, 23 written for his own life and…
Richard Baxter's dying thoughts upon Phil. I, 23 written for his own life and the latter times of his corporal pains and weakness.
London: printed by Tho. Snowden for B. Simmons, 1683
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§ 3. And somewhat of them is particularly described in the holy Scriptures: As, 1. We shall in Concord with the whole Society or Chore▪ give Thanks and Praise to God and our Redeemer, Rev. 19. 5. 1 Pet. 4. 11. Rev. 7. 4. & 4. 7, 11. & 5. 13. & 7. 12. & 19. 1. Phil. 4, 20. Whether there be any Voice, or only such Spiritual activity and exultation as to Man in Flesh is not to be clearly understood, is not fit for us here to presume to determine: It will be somewhat more high and excellent than our vocal Praise, and Singing is; and of which this beareth some analogical resemblance or signification. As all Passions earnestly desire vent and exercise, so specially do our holy affections, of Love, Joy and Admiration of God Almighty! And there is in us a desire of communion with many in such affections and expressions: Methinks when we are singing or speaking God's praise in the great Assemblies, with joyful and fervent Souls, I have the liveliest foretaste of Heaven on Earth: And I could almost wish that our Voices were loud enough to reach through all the World, and unto Heaven itself: Nor could I ever be offended (as many are) at the Organs and other convenient Music, soberly and seasonably used, which excite and help to tune my Soul, in so holy a work, in which no true assistance is to be despised. No work more comforteth me in my greatest sufferings, none seemeth more congruous and pleasant to me while I wait for Death, than Psalms and words of Praise to God; nor is there any exercise in which I had rather end my life: And should I not then willingly go to the heavenly Chore, where God is praised with perfect Love, and Joy, and harmony? Had I more of a Praising frame of Soul, it would make me long more for that Life of Praise. For I never find my self more ⟨p. 197⟩