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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
THE SAINTS Everlasting REST. PART. III. › Chapter 4 › Section 9
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.
SECT. IX.
But I know if it be a sensual unbeliever that readeth all this, he will cast it by with disdain,1 and say, I will never believe that God will thus Torment his Creatures: What, to delight in their torture! And that for everlasting! And all for the faults of a short time! It is incredible: How can this stand with the infiniteness of his mercy? I would not thus Torment the worst enemy that I have in the world, and yet my mercifulness is nothing to Gods. These are but threats to awe men: I will not believe them.
BUt I know if it be a sensuall unbeliever that readeth all this, he will cast it by with disdain,1 and say, I will never believe that God will thus Torment his Creatures: What, to delight in their torture! And that for everlasting! And all for the faults of a short time! It is incredible: How can this stand with the infiniteness of his mercy? I would not thus Torment the worst enemy that I have in the world, and yet my mercifulness is nothing to Gods. These are but threats to awe men: I will not believe them.
- 1Object.
1Answ. Wilt thou not believe? I do not wonder if thou be loath to believe so terrible tidings to thy soul as these are; which if they were believed and apprehended indeed according to their weight, would set thee a trembling and roaring in the anguish of horror day and night: