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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.
My Brethren, you that are the People of God, are such as he hath intended to advance his Mercy, and Glory of Free-Grace upon; You are they he sent Christ to dye for, the greatest work that ever was wrought in the World. You are they whom he reared the fabric of Heaven for. You are they in whom he intends to delight, and with whom he will solace himself for ever.
My Brethren, you that are the People of God, are such as hee hath intended to advance his Mercy, and Glory of Free-Grace upon; You are they hee sent Christ to dye for, the greatest work that ever was wrought in the World. You are they whom hee reared the fabrick of Heaven for. You are they in whom hee intends to delight, and with whom hee will solace himself for ever.
And God looks upon us now, not as we are, but what he intends to make us. He sees to the utmost of his design on you, to eternity, and loves you now with that love.
And God looks upon us now, not as wee are, but what he intends to make us. Hee sees to the utmost of his design on you, to eternity, and loves you now with that love.
If God should look upon us, as we are, he might see enough in us, to withdraw his heart from us: or if not, yet enough to cool and quench his affections towards us; being there is so much blackness with our beauty, so much deformity with our comeliness, so much corruption with our Graces: Nay, so much blackness, and so little beauty, and so much corruption, and so little Grace.
If God should look upon us, as wee are, hee might see enough in us, to withdraw his heart from us: or if not, yet enough to cool and quench his affections towards us; being there is so much blacknesse with our beauty, so much deformity with our comlinesse, so much corruption with our Graces: Nay, so much blacknesse, and so little beauty, and so much corruption, and so little Grace.