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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.
Corollary 1.
1This shows in the first place, the incomparable excellency of the reformed Christian Religion, above all other Religions known to, or professed in the world. What other Religions seek, the Christian Religion only finds; even a solid foundation for true peace, and settlement of conscience. While the Jews seek it in vain, in the Law; the Mahometan, in his external and ridiculous observances; the Papist in his own merits; the Believer only finds it, in the blood of this great sacrifice: this, and nothing less than this, can pacify a dis••••sed conscience, labouring under the weight of its own guilt. Conscience demands no less to satisfy it, than God demands to satisfy him. The grand inquest of conscience is; Is God satisfied? If he be satisfied, I am satisfied. Woeful is the state of that man, that feels the worm of conscience nibbling on the most tender part of the soul, and hath no relief against it. That feels the intolerable scalding wrath of God, burning within, and hath nothing to cool it. Hear me, you that slight troubles of conscience; that call them fancies, and melancholy whimsies; if you ever had had but one sick night for sin, if you had ever felt that shame, fear, horror, and despair which are the dismal effects of an accusing, and condemning conscience, you would account it an unspeakable mercy to hear of a way for the discharge of a poor sinner, from that guilt. You would kiss the feet of that messenger, that could bring you tidings of peace. You would call him blessed, that should direct you to an effectual remedy. Now, whoever thou art, that pinest away in thine iniquities; that droopest from day to day under the present wounds, and dismal presages of conscience, know that thy soul and peace can never meet, till thou art persuaded to come to this blood of sprinkling.
1This shews in the first place, the incomparable excellency of the reformed Christian Religion, above all other Religions known to, or professed in the world. What other Religions seek, the Christian Religion only finds; even a solid foundation for true peace, and settlement of conscience. While the Iews seek it in vain, in the Law; the Mahumetan, in his external and ridiculous observances; the Papist in his own merits; the Believer only finds it, in the blood of this great sacrifice: this, and nothing less than this, can pacifie a dissed conscience, labouring under the weight of its own guilt. Conscience demands no less to satisfie it, than God demands to satisfie him. The grand inquest of conscience is; Is God satisfied? If he be satisfied, I am satisfied. Woful is the state of that man, that feels the worm of conscience nibling on the most tender part of the soul, and hath no relief against it. That feels the intollerable scalding wrath of God, burning within, and hath nothing to cool it. Hear me, you that slight troubles of conscience; that call them fancies, and melancholly whimsies; if you ever had had but one sick night for sin, if you had ever felt that shame, fear, horror, and despair which are the dismal effects of an accusing, and condemning conscience, you would account it an unspeakable mercy to hear of a way for the discharge of a poor sinner, from that guilt. You would kiss the feet of that messenger, that could bring you tydings of peace. You would call him blessed, that should direct you to an effectual remedy. Now, whoever thou art, that pinest away in thine iniquities; that droopest from day to day under the present wounds, and dismal presages of conscience, know that thy soul and peace can never meet, till thou art perswaded to come to this blood of sprinkling.