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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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Are we vile dirty Sinners in Flesh now fit for heavenly sights or joys? Or is this World a place for building Tabernacles, where we may see the Lord, and take up our rest? What! in a world of Temptations of wickedness, of sufferings, where we are daily wrestling for our lives, and fighting not merely) against Flesh and Blood, but against Principalities and Powers, and the Rulers of the Darkness of this World, even Spiritual Wickedness (or wicked Spirits) in high Places (above the greatest men that are their Servants,) Eph. 6. 12. But that which is of the Earth is earthly: Our earthly part would have an earthly Felicity: But when we know that it is corruptible and a dying thing, and that we have here no continuing City, both Faith and Reason bid us seek for one to come. The unfaithful Steward had so much Wit as to make sure of another Habitation, when he knew that he must be no longer Steward.
Are we vile dirty Sinners in Flesh now fit for heavenly sights or joys? Or is this World a place for building Tabernacles, where we may see the Lord, and take up our rest? What! in a world of Temptations of wickedness, of sufferings, where we are daily wrestling for our lives, and fighting not meerly) against Flesh and Blood, but against Principalities and Powers, and the Rulers of the Darkness of this World, even Spiritual Wickedness (or wicked Spirits) in high Places (above the greatest men that are their Servants,) Eph. 6. 12. But that which is of the Earth is earthly: Our earthly part would have an earthly Felicity: But when we know that it is corruptible and a dying thing, and that we have here no continuing City, both Faith and Reason bid us seek for one to come. The unfaithful Steward had so much Wit as to make sure of another Habitation, when he knew that he must be no longer Steward.
God hath so constantly confuted and befooled me, by his marvellous Providence, when ever I have said, Soul take thy ease, and have thought of building Tabernacles on Earth, as hath convinced me, that such folly is not the least part of the danger of a Soul, from which his Mercy did so watchfully save me: If a little Health and Ease, or a pleasant Habitation, or beloved Company and Friends, have but flattered me into