The Fountain of Life Opened

Who ever weighed Christ in a pair of balances (saith another) who hath seen the foldings and plies, the heights, and depths of that glory which is in him? O for such a heaven, as but to stand afar off, and see, and love, and long for him, while times thread be cut, and this great work of Creation dissolved! — O if I could yoke in among the thick of Angels, and Seraphims, and now glorified Saints, and could raise a new Love song of Christ, before all the world. I am pained with wondering at new opened treasures in Christ. If every finger, member, bone, and joint were a torch burning in the hottest fire in hell; I would they could all send out love praises, high songs of praise for ever more to that plant of renown, to that Royal and high Prince Jesus my Lord. ⟨p. 513⟩But alas, his love swelleth in me, and finds no vent. — I mar his praises, nay, I know no comparison of what Christ is, and what he is worth. All the Angels, and all the glorified, praise him not so much as in halves. Who can advance him, or utter all his praise? — O if I could praise him, I would rest content to die of Love for him. O would to God I could send in my praises to my incomparable well beloved, or cast my Love songs of that matchless Lord Jesus over the walls, that they might light in his lap, before men and Angels. — But wh•n I have spoken of him till my head rive, I have said just nothing. I may begin again. A God-head, a God-head is a worlds wonder. Set ten thousand thousand new made worlds of Angels and Elect men, and double them in number ten thousand thousand thousand times; let their hearts and tongues be ten thousand times more agile and large than the hearts and tongues of the Seraphims that stand with six wings before him; when they have said all for the glorifying and praising of the Lord Jesus; they have spoken little or nothing. O if I could wear this tongue to the stump in extolling his highness. But it is my daily sorrow that I am confounded with his incomparable Love.

Who ever weighed Christ in a pair of ballances (saith another) who hath seen the foldings and plyes, the heights, and depths of that glory which is in him? O for such a heaven, as but to stand afar off, and see, and love, and long for him, while times thred be cut, and this great work of Creation dissolved! — O if I could yoke in among the thick of Angels, and Seraphims, and now glorified Saints, and could raise a new Love song of Christ, before all the world. I am pained with wondering at new opened treasures in Christ. If every finger, member, bone, and joynt were a torch burning in the hottest fire in hell; I would they could all send out love praises, high songs of praise for ever more to that plant of renown, to that Royal and high Prince Jesus my Lord.