A27017:1911
The Saints' Everlasting Rest
The saints everlasting rest, or, A treatise of the blessed state of the saints in their enjoyment of God in glory wherein is showed its excellency and certainty, the misery of those that lose it, the way to attain it, and assurance of it, and how to live in the continual delightful forecasts of it and now published by Richard Baxter ...The saints everlasting rest, or, A treatise of the blessed state of the saints in their enjoyment of God in glory wherein is shewed its excellency and certainty, the misery of those that lose it, the way to attain it, and assurance of it, and how to live in the continual delightful forecasts of it and now published by Richard Baxter ...
London: printed by Rob. White for Thomas Underhil and Francis Tyton, 1650
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
1SECT. VI.
- 1§. 6.
2. The next Grace or Affection to be excited, is Desire. The Object of it is Goodness considered as absent, or not yet attained. This being so necessary an attendant of Love, and being excited much by the same forementioned objective considerations, I suppose you need the less direction to be here added; and therefore I shall touch but briefly on this. If love be hot, I warrant you desire will not be cold.
2. THe next Grace or Affection to be excited, is Desire. The Object of it is Goodness considered as absent, or not yet attained. This being so necessary an attendant of Love, and being excited much by the same forementioned objective considerations, I suppose you need the less direction to be here added; and therefore I shall touch but briefly on this. If love be hot, I warrant you desire will not be cold.
When thou hast thus viewed the goodness of the Lord, and considered of the pleasures that are at his right hand; then proceed on with thy Meditation thus; Think with thy self, Where have I been? what have I seen? O the incomprehensible astonishing Glory! O the rare transcendent beauty! O blessed souls that now enjoy it! that see a thousand times more clearly, what I have seen but darkly at this distance, and scarce discerned through the interposing clouds! What a difference is there betwixt my state and theirs! I am sighing, and they are singing: I am sinning, and they are pleasing God: I have an ulcerated cancrous soul, like the loathsome bodies of Job or Lazarus, a spectacle of pity to