A39663:1081
The Fountain of Life Opened
The fountain of life opened, or, A display of Christ in his essential and mediatorial glory wherein the impetration of our redemption by Jesus Christ is orderly unfolded as it was begun, carried on, and finished by his covenant-transaction, mysterious incarnation, solemn call and dedication ... / by John Flavell ...The fountain of life opened, or, A display of Christ in his essential and mediatorial glory wherein the impetration of our redemption by Jesus Christ is orderly unfolded as it was begun, carryed on, and finished by his covenant-transaction, mysterious incarnation, solemn call and dedication ... / by John Flavell ...
London: printed for Rob. White, 1673
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.
Inference 5.
Was Christ in such an agony before any hand of man was upon him?1 merely from the apprehensions of the wrath of God, with which he now contested; then surely it's a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God, for our God is a consuming fire.
Was Christ in such an agony before any hand of man was upon him?1 meerly from the apprehensions of the wrath of God, with which he now contested; then surely it's a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God, for our God is a consuming fire.
- 1Infer. 5.
Ah what is divine wrath! that Christ so staggered when the cup came to him. Could not he bear, and dost thou think to bear it? Did Christ sweat clots of blood at it, and dost thou make light of it. Poor wretch, if it staggered him, it will confound thee. If it made him groan, it will make the howl, and that eternally. Come sinner, come, dost thou make light of the threatenings of the wrath of God against sin? Dost thou think there's no such great matter in it, as these zealous Preachers make of it? Come look here upon my text which shows thee the face of the Son of God standing as full of purple drops, under the sense and apprehension of it, as the drops of dew that hung upon the grass. Hark how he cries, Father if it be possible let this cup pass. O any thing of punishment rather than this. Here what he tells the Disciples. My soul saith he is sorrowful, even to death: amazed, very heavy. Fools make a mock of sin, and the threatenings that lie against it.