The Saints' Everlasting Rest

When we have been captivated in many years imprisonment, and insulted over by scornful foes, and suffered many pinching wants, and hardly enjoyed bare necessaries; would not a full deliverance to a most plentiful State, even from this prison to a Throne, be now seasonable? Surely, a man would think who looks upon the face of the World, that Rest should to all men seem seasonable. Some of us are languishing under continual weakness, and groaning under most grievous pains, crying in the morning, Would God it were evening, and in the evening, Would God it were morning; weary of going, ⟨p. 93⟩weary of sitting, weary of standing, weary of lying, weary of eating, of speaking, of waking, weary of our very friends, weary of our selves: O, how oft hath this been mine own case; and is not Rest yet seasonable? Some are complaining under the pressures of the times; weary of their Taxes, weary of their Quartering, weary of Plunderings, weary of their fears and dangers, weary of their poverty and wants; and is not Rest yet seasonable? Whither can you go, or into what company can you come, where the voice of complaining doth not show, that men live in a continual weariness? but especially the Saints, who are most weary of that which the world cannot feel. What godly society almost can you fall into, but you shall hear by their moans that somewhat aileth them? some weary of a blind mind, doubting concerning the way they walk in, unsettled in almost all their thoughts; some weary of a hard heart, some of a proud, some of a passionate, and some of all these, and much more some weary of their dally doubtings, and fears concerning their spiritual estate; and some of the want of spiritual Joys, and some of the sense of Gods wrath and is not Rest now seasonable? when a poor Christian hath desired, and prayed, and waited for deliverance many a year, is it not then seasonable? When he is ready almost to give up, and saith, I am afraid I shall not reach the end, and that my faith and patience will scarce hold out; is not this a fit season for Rest? If it were to Joseph a seasonable message, which called him from the Prison to Pharaohs Court: Or if the return of his Benjamin, the tidings that Joseph was yet alive, and the sight of the Chariots, which should convoy him to Egypt, were seasonable for the Reviving of Jacobs Spirits;

When we have been captivated in many yeers imprisonment, and insulted over by scornful foes, and suffered many pinching wants, and hardly enjoyed bare necessaries; would not a full deliverance to a most plentiful State, even from this prison to a Throne, be now seasonable? Surely, a man would think who looks upon the face of the World, that Rest should to all men seem seasonable. Some of us are languishing under continual weakness, and groaning under most grievous pains, crying in the morning, Would God it were evening, and in the evening, Would God it were morning; weary of going,