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…

what a rare Exposition should I publish to the ⟨image 4⟩world, upon the present Context before us? such as Eye never Read, nor Ear ever Heard, nor can ever enter into the heart of man, until we enter into that Light where he is; where his intellectual Eye is married to the Sun of Righteousness, and his naked will is swimming and bathing it self in Rivers of pleasures for ever. This may be indeed (what these papers wished to be, and that is all) a perfumed Handkerchief to wipe off tears from your eyes, and fill your Soul with joy; Your loss is his infinite gain.

It was a satisfaction good enough for an Ethnic, who, when one brought him the tidings of his Eldest Son's death, was able to reply, Scio me genuisse mortalem: Your Comfort may express it self in a higher strain, Scio ⟨image 5⟩me genuisse Immortalem; for though Nature did not make him Immortal by his Generation, Grace hath made him Immortal by his Regeneration: So that all that you and I have to do, is but to breathe after that Perfection, of which (through Grace) I am humbly confident he is already possest: Let us so run that we may obtain. As for my self, so many deaths have been rushing in upon me (deep calling unto deep) as have not only retarded the birth of these Conceptions, but threatened their burial in the same Womb which Conceived them, which is the just cause they have stuck so long in the Birth. But since it hath pleased the Living God to let me live to see the travail of my Soul, though miserably mangled in the Birth by unskilful hands: Such ⟨image 5⟩as they are, Dear Son, I dedicate them to your Name, to be as an Absalom's-Pillar, until God may raise up a Living-Monument in the room of that which he hath removed: And because this may be too weak and obscure, let me provoke you (Sir) to erect to your self a Monument that may be worthy of you; Let your own Life be a Name to you when you are dead; a Name better than of Sons and Daughters; by filling that Honourable Station, wherein God hath fixed you, and all your other Relations, with such Fruitfulness, Wisdom, and Fidelity, that all that know you, may rise up and call you blessed; yea, that your Name may be as a sweet Perfume to Posterity: Live your own Life and your Son's too.