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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.
Alas! I write his praises but by Moon-light. I cannot praise him so much as by halves. Indeed, no tongue but his own (as Nazianzen said of Basil) is sufficient to undertake that task. What shall I say of Christ! The excelling glory of that object, dazzles all apprehension; swallows up all expression. When we have borrowed metaphors from every Creature that hath any excellency or lovely property in it, till we have stripped the whole Creation bare of all its ornaments; and clothed Christ with all that glory: when we have worn our tongues to the stumps, in ascribing praises to him; alas! we have done nothing, when all is done.
Alas! I write his praises but by Moon-light. I cannot praise him so much as by halves. Indeed, no tongue but his own (as Nazianzen said of Basil) is sufficient to undertake that task. What shall I say of Christ! The excelling glory of that object, dazles all aphension; swallows up all expression. When we have borrowed metaphors from every Creature that hath any excellency or lovely property in it, till we have stript the whole Creation bare of all its ornaments; and cloathed Christ with all that glory: when we have worn our tongues to the stumps, in ascribing praises to him; alas! we have done nothing, when all is done.
Yet woe is me! how do I every day behold reasonable souls, most unreasonably disaffected to my lovely Lord Jesus! denying love to one, who is able to compel love from the stoniest heart! yea, though they can never make so much of their love (would they set it to sale) as Christ bids for it.
Yet wo is me! how do I every day behold reasonable souls, most unreasonably disaffected to my lovely Lord Iesus! denying love to one, who is able to compel love from the stoniest heart! yea, though they can never make so much of their love (would they set it to sale) as Christ bids for it.