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The dead saint speaking to saints and sinners living in several treatisesThe dead saint speaking to saints and sinners living in severall treatises
The dead saint speaking to saints and sinners living in several treatises ... : never before published / by Samuel Bolton ...The dead saint speaking to saints and sinners living in severall treatises ... : never before published / by Samuel Bolton ...
London: printed by Robert Ibbitson for Thomas Parkhurst, 1657
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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.
4. God stirs up the soul to pursue Christ, with enlarged desires, and earnest prayers; kindles desires in the soul after him— Oh! That God would bestow Christ on me! I see I am in misery. I see I am a sinner. Oh! That thou wouldest bestow Jesus Christ upon my poor soul! As the poor pursued Hart doth pant after the Brooks of water: So panteth such a soul after the Lord Jesus. Now Christ upon any terms is desirable.
4. God stirs up the soul to pursue Christ, with inlarged desires, and earnest prayers; kindles desires in the soul after him— Oh! That God would bestow Christ on mee! I see I am in misery. I see I am a sinner. Oh! That thou wouldest bestow Jesus Christ upon my poor soul! As the poor pursued Hart doth pant after the Brooks of water: So panteth such a soul after the Lord Jesus. Now Christ upon any termes is desireable.
5. Now God works the Grace of Faith in the soul, whereby the soul doth draw nigh to Christ, and throws it self into the arms of Christ, embraceth him with all his might; casts it self wholly on him for Life, and Salvation.
Have you not seen how a tender Infant, in the apprehension of danger, runs into the arms of the Parent for succour? so doth the soul pursued by the Law, and affrighted by the apprehensions of Gods wrath, fly into the bosom and arms of Christ for succour; bespeaking him with all the terms of Love, and Confidence. ⟨p. 143⟩— My Lord; My God; My Hope; My Fortress; My Strength; My Redeemer, save me, else I perish. Hide me in the clefts of this Rock. Pity me. Succour me. Thou who art a Saviour, Lord save me. Thou, that art Mercy, show me Mercy.