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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.
Ah, Christian, canst thou look upon Jesus as standing in thy room; to bear the wrath of a Deity for thee? Canst thou think on it, and not melt? That when thou like Isaac wast bound to the Altar, to be offered up to Justice; Christ like the Ram, was caught in the Thicket; and offered in thy room. When thy sins had raised a fearful tempest, that threatened every moment to entomb thee in a Sea of wrath; Jesus Christ was thrown over to appease that storm. Say, Reader, can thy heart dwell one hour upon such a Subject as this? Canst thou with Faith present Christ to thy self, as he was taken down from the Cross; drenched in his own blood, and say, these were the wounds that he received for me. This is he that loved me, and gave himself for me. Out of these wounds comes that balm that heals my soul. Out of these stripes, my peace. When we hanged upon the Cross, he bore my name upon his breast, like the high Priest. It was love, pure love, strong love to my poor soul, to the soul of an enemy, that drew him down from Heaven; and all the glory he had there, to endure these sorrows in soul and body for me.
Ah, Christian, canst thou look upon Jesus as standing in thy room; to bear the wrath of a Deity for thee? Canst thou think on it, and not melt? That when thou like Isaac wast bound to the Altar, to be offered up to Justice; Christ like the Ram, was caught in the Thicket; and offered in thy room. When thy sins had raised a fearful tempest, that threatned every moment to entomb thee in a Sea of wrath; Iesus Christ was thrown over to appease that storm. Say, Reader, can thy heart dwell one hour upon such a Subject as this? Canst thou with Faith present Christ to thy self, as he was taken down from the Cross; drencht in his own blood, and say, these were the wounds that he received for me. This is he that loved me, and gave himself for me. Out of these wounds comes that balm that heals my soul. Out of these stripes, my peace. When we hang'd upon the Cross, he bore my name upon his breast, like the high Priest. It was love, pure love, strong love to my poor soul, to the soul of an enemy, that drew him down from Heaven; and all the glory he had there, to endure these sorrows in soul and body for me.