Two treatises the first of death, on I Cor. 15:26, the second of judgment…

where no more complainings shall be heard from our mouths, nor no more sorrow shall possess our hearts? and we shall have no need of men to comfort us; but shall have comfort as naturally from the face of God, as we have light and heat in the summer from the sun. When we all make one celestial Chore, to sing the praises of the King of Saints, how unlike will that melody be to the broken music of sighs, and groans, and lamentations, which we now ⟨p. 109⟩take to be almost our best! We are now glad when we can find but words, and groans, and tears, to lament our sin and misery: But then our joy shall know no sorrow, nor our voice any sad and mournful tune. And may we not bear a while the sorrows that shall have so good an end? We shall shortly have laid by the hard, unprofitable, barren hearts, that are now our continual burden and disease. Love not your corruptions, Christians; but yet be patient under the unavoidable relicts that offend you; remembering that your conflict will end in conquest, and your faith, and watchfulness, and patience will be put to it but a little while. Who would not enter willingly into the fight, when he may before hand be assured, that the field shall be cleared of every enemy? All this must be ascribed to our dear Redeemer. Had not he wrought the conquest, the enemies that vex us would have destroyed us, and the Serpent that now doth but bruise our heel, would have bruised our head: and the sorrows that are wholesome, sanctified, and short, would have been mortal, venomous, and endless.

where no more complainings shall be heard from our mouths, nor no more sorrow shall possess our hearts? and we shall have no need of men to comfort us; but shall have comfort as naturally from the face of God, as we have light and heat in the summer from the sun. When we all make one celestial Chore, to sing the praises of the King of Saints, how unlike will that melody be to the broken musick of sighs, and groans, and lamentations, which we now ⟨p. 109⟩take to be almost our best! We are now glad when we can find but words, and groans, and tears, to lament our sin and misery: But then our joy shall know no sorrow, nor our voice any sad and mournful tune. And may we not bear a while the sorrows that shall have so good an end? We shall shortly have laid by the hard, unprofitable, barren hearts, that are now our continual burden and disease. Love not your corruptions, Christians; but yet be patient under the unavoidable relicts that offend you; remembring that your conflict will end in conquest, and your faith, and watchfulness, and patience will be put to it but a little while. Who would not enter willingly into the fight, when he may before hand be assured, that the field shall be cleared of every enemy? All this must be ascribed to our dear Redeemer. Had not he wrought the conquest, the enemies that vex us would have destroyed us, and the Serpent that now doth but bruise our heel, would have bruised our head: and the sorrows that are wholesome, sanctified, and short, would have been mortal, venemous, and endless.