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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.
Nay, without violating the truth of his Word, he cannot; though otherwise, in regard of his Absolute power, he might. The time was, Sinner, when Christ would, and you would not; and now, Oh how fain would you, and he will not. Then he followed thee in vain with entreaties, Oh poor Sinner, what dost thou? Wilt thou sell thy Soul and Saviour for a lust? Look to me, and be saved; Return, why wilt thou dye? But thy Ear and heart was shut up against all. Why now, thou shalt cry, Lord, Lord, open to us;1 and he shall say, Depart, I know you not, ye workers of iniquity: Now, Mercy, Mercy, Lord: Oh but it was Mercy you so long set light by, and now your day of Mercy is over. What then remains but to cry out to the mountains, fall upon us, and to the hills, O cover us from the presence of him that sits upon the Throne; But all in vain: For thou hast the Lord of Mountains and hills for thine enemy, whose voice they will obey, and not thine. Sinner, make not light of this: for as true as thou livest (except a through change and coming in to Christ prevent it) (which God grant) thou shalt shortly, to thy unconceivable horror, see that day. Oh Wretch! Will thy cups then be wine, or gall? Will they be sweet, or bitter? Will it comfort thee to think of all thy merry days? and how pleasantly thy time slipped away? Will it do thee good to think how rich thou wast? and how honourable thou wast? or will it not rather wound thy very Soul to remember thy folly? and make thee, with anguish of heart, and rage against thy self, to cry out, Oh Wretch! where was thine understanding? Didst thou ⟨p. 59⟩make so light of that sin, that now makes thee tremble? How couldst thou hear so lightly of the Redeeming Blood of the Son of God? How couldst thou quench so many motions of his Spirit? and stifle so many quickening thoughts, as were cast into thy Soul? What took up all that Life's time which thou hadst given thee to make sure work against this day? What took up all thy heart, thy love and delight, which should have been laid out on the Lord Jesus? Hadst thou room in thy heart for the wor•d, thy friend, thy flesh, thy lusts? and none for Christ? Oh Wretch! whom hadst thou to love but him? What hadst thou to do, but to seek to him, and cleave to him, and enjoy him? Oh, wast thou not told of this dreadful day a thousand times; till the Commonness of that doctrine made thee weary?