Poetical fragments heart-employment with God and it selfPoetical fragments heart-imployment with God and it self

Jesus. Such breaking's good as breaks the heart of sin: And maketh way for Love to enter in. But not the grief that only breaketh ease, Weakening the Soul, and strengthening the Disease. Hinder not Love and Joy; but grieve in measure: My Blood, and not thy Tears, must be thy Treasure.

Jesus. Such breaking's good as breaks the heart of sin: And maketh way for Love to enter in. But not the grief that only breaketh ease, Weakning the Soul, and strengthning the Disease. Hinder not Love and Joy; but grieve in measure: My Blood, and not thy Tears, must be thy Treasure.

Sinner. Indeed my purest streams are too impure: And cannot thy severity endure. The grief of an impatient selfish spirit, Cannot thy Pardon or Acceptance merit. But if this hardened Heart do not relent, And so great sin and misery lament, How canst thou smile on such a brazen face, As never felt the want and worth of grace?

Jesus. Whence […] I this complaining language hear, If neither want nor worth of grace appear? I'll save thee, if but so far thou Repent, As to my Gospel-Covenant to consent. ⟨p. 110⟩Wilt thou be healed? Truly say, I will, And trust the cure on thy Physicians skill.

Jesus. Whence 〈…〉 I this complaining language hear, If neither want nor worth of grace appear? I'le save thee, if but so far thou Repent, As to my Gospel-Covenant to consent. ⟨p. 110⟩Wilt thou be healed? Truly say, I will, And trust the cure on thy Physicians skill.