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Mount Pisgah, or, A prospect of heaven being an exposition on the fourth chapter…Movnt Pisgah, or, A prospect of heaven being an exposition on the fourth chapter…
Mount Pisgah, or, A prospect of heaven being an exposition on the fourth chapter of the first epistle of St. Paul to the Thessalonians, from the 13th verse, to the end of the chapter, divided into three parts / by Tho. Case ...Movnt Pisgah, or, A prospect of heaven being an exposition on the fourth chapter of the first epistle of St. Paul to the Thessalonians, from the 13th verse, to the end of the chapter, divided into three parts / by Tho. Case ...
London: printed by Thomas Milbourn for Dorman Newman, 1670
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.
God is infinitely full of himself, and infinitely happy in his own happiness, and infinitely satisfied in his own happiness.
And this is the augment of the Saints joy, that they are not able to contain that infinite Object of Glory: apprehend it they may, comprehend it they cannot: And this the blessed Angels and Saints rejoice in, that God only dwelleth in himself, and they in him, and are as full of God, as a finite Creature can be of an infinite Creator, brim-full, and running over: yet so, as that in all this redundancy not one drop shall be spilt, or run wast for all the overflowings of sweetness and glory do run back again into the fountain, in streams, or (rather) in the flames of love and admiration; they take in by fruition, and give out again by praise and admiration.
And this is the augment of the Saints joy, that they are not able to contain that infinite Object of Glory: apprehend it they may, comprehend it they cannot: And this the blessed Angels and Saints rejoyce in, that God only dwelleth in himself, and they in him, and are as full of God, as a finite Creature can be of an infinite Creator, brim-full, and running over: yet so, as that in all this reduncancy not one drop shall be spilt, or run wast for all the overflowings of sweetness and glory do run back again into the fountain, in streams, or (rather) in the flames of love and admiration; they take in by fruition, and give out again by praise and admiration.
And thus of all other the unconceivable Beatitudes of glory, there shall be satiety without nauseating, so that they shall say they have enough, without envying others, or wishing more for themselves. Now they may have some ⟨p. 67⟩fits of joy, but then they shall have their fill; even the external senses of the glorified body shall now contain more glory,