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A treatise of death, the last enemy to be destroyed showing wherein its enmity…A treatise of death, the last enemy to be destroyed shewing wherein its enmity…
A treatise of death, the last enemy to be destroyed showing wherein its enmity consisteth and how it is destroyed : part of it was preached at the funerals [sic] of Elizabeth, the late wife of Mr. Joseph Baker ... / by Rich. Baxter ; with some few passages of the life of the said Mrs. Baker observed.A treatise of death, the last enemy to be destroyed shewing wherein its enmity consisteth and how it is destroyed : part of it was preached at the funerals [sic] of Elizabeth, the late wife of Mr. Joseph Baker ... / by Rich. Baxter ; with some few passages of the life of the said Mrs. Baker observed.
London: printed by R.W. for Nev. Simmons, 1660
Sermon › Section 9 › Application 7 › Direction 9: DIRECTION IX.
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.
Now if we will vigorously appear for God, against a sinful generation, how many will appear against us? how bitterly will they reproach us? how falsely will they slander us, and say all manner of evil against us? and it is well if we scape the violence of their hands! and what should be our joy in all these sufferings, but that Great is our reward in heaven, Mat. 11, 12.
Now if we will vigorously appear for God, against a sinfull generation, how many will appear against us? how bitterly will they reproach us? how falsly will they slander us, and say all manner of evil against us? and it is well if we scape the violence of their hands! and what should be our joy in all these sufferings, but that Great is our reward in heaven, Mat. 11, 12.
Alas, how we are continually here annoyed, by the presence, and the motions, and the success of sin in our selves and others! It dwelleth in us night and day; we cannot get it stay behind, no not when we address our selves to God, not in our public worship, or our secret prayers: not for the space of one Lords Day, ⟨p. 145⟩or one Sermon, or one Sacrament, in ordinary or extraordinary duty. O what a blessed day and duty would it be, in which we could leave our sin behind us, and converse with God in spotless innocency, and worship and adore him without the darkness, and strangeness and unbelief, and dullness, and doubtings, and distractions, that are now our daily, miseries? Can we have grace and not be weary of these corruptions? Can we have life, and not be pained with these diseases? And can we live in daily pain and weariness, and not be willing of release? Is there a gracious soul, that groaneth not under the burden of these miseries? yea, in every prayer, what do we else but confess them, and lament them, and groan for help, and for deliverance? And yet shall we fear our day of freedom, and be loth that death ⟨p. 146⟩