A39663:1654
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 1.
Is there an Eternal State into which souls pass after this Life.1 How precious then is present time, upon the improvement whereof that State depends! 2O what a huge weight hath God hanged upon a small wire! God hath set us here in a State of Trial, according as we improve these few hours, so will it fare with us to all Eternity. Every day, every hour, nay every moment of your present time hath an influence into your Eternity. Do ye believe this? What, and yet squander away precious time so carelessly, so vainly? How do these things consist? When Seneca heard one promise to spend a week with a friend that invited him, ⟨p. 436⟩to recreate himself with him; He told him he admired he should make such a rash promise; what (said he) cast away so considerable a part of your Life? How can you do it! Surely our prodigality in the expense of time, argues we have but little sense of great Eternity.
Is there an Eternal State into which souls pass after this Life.1 How pretious then is present time, upon the improvement whereof that State depends! 2O what a huge weight hath God hanged upon a small wyer! God hath set us here in a State of Tryal, according as we improve these few hours, so will it fare with us to all Eternity. Every day, every hour, nay every moment of your present time hath an influence into your Eternity. Do ye believe this? What, and yet squander away pretious time so carelesly, so vainly? How do these things consist? When Seneca heard one promise to spend a week with a friend that invited him,