A39663:1961
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.
Secondly, As Gods Covenant with our very bodies is indissoluble, so Gods love to our very dust is inseparable. I am the God of Abraham, God looks down from heaven into the Graves of his Saints with delight, and looks on that pile of dust with complacency, which those that once loved it, cannot behold without loathing. The Apostle is express, Rom. 8.33. That death separates not the believer from the love of G•d. As at first it was not our natural comeliness or beauty that drew or engaged his love to us, so neither will he cease to love us, when that beauty is gone, and we become objects of loathing to all flesh. When a Husband cannot endure to see a Wife, or a Wife her Husband; but saith of them that were once dear and pleasant, as Abraham of his beloved Rachel, bury my dead out of my sight. Yet then ⟨p. 519⟩the Lord delights in it as much as ever. The Gold-Smith doth not value the dust of his Gold, as Gold values the dust of his Saints, for all these precious particles are united to Christ.
Secondly, As Gods Covenant with our very bodies is indissolvable, so Gods love to our very dust is inseparable. I am the God of Abraham, God looks down from heaven into the Graves of his Saints with delight, and looks on that pile of dust with complacency, which those that once loved it, cannot behold without loathing. The Apostle is express, Rom. 8.33. That death separates not the believer from the love of G•d. As at first it was not our natural comliness or beauty that drew or engaged his love to us, so neither will he cease to love us, when that beauty is gone, and we become objects of loathing to all flesh. When a Husband cannot endure to see a Wife, or a Wife her Husband; but saith of them that were once dear and pleasant, as Abraham of his beloved Rachel, bury my dead out of my sight. Yet then ⟨p. 519⟩the Lord delights in it as much as ever. The Gold-Smith doth not value the dust of his Gold, as Gold values the dust of his Saints, for all these pretious particles are united to Christ.