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Husbandry spiritualized, or, The heavenly use of earthly things consisting of many pleasant observations,…
Husbandry spiritualized, or, The heavenly use of earthly things consisting of many pleasant observations, pertinent applications, and serious reflections and each chapter concluded with a divine and suitable poem : directing husband-men to the most excellent improvements of their common employments : whereunto is added ... several choice occasional meditations / by John Flavell.Husbandry spiritualized, or, The heavenly use of earthly things consisting of many pleasant observations, pertinent applications, and serious reflections and each chapter concluded with a divine and suitable poem : directing husband-men to the most excellent improvements of their common imployments : whereunto is added ... several choice occasional meditations / by John Flavell.
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And if by these contrary and improbable ways, the Lord preserves our souls in life, no marvel then we find such strange and seemingly contradictory motions of our hearts, under the various dealings of God with us, and are still restless in what condition soever he puts us; which restless frame was excellently expressed in that pious Epigram of reverend Gattaker, made a little before his death.
And if by these contrary and improbable wayes, the Lord preserves our souls in life, no marvel then we find such strange and seemingly contradictory motions of our hearts, under the various dealings of God with us, and are still restless in what condition soever he puts us; which restless frame was excellently expressed in that pious Epigram of reverend Gattaker, made a little before his death.
I thirst for thirstiness, I weep for tears; well pleased I am to be displeased thus: The only thing I fear is want of fears: suspecting I am not suspicious. I cannot choose but live, because I dye And when I am not dead how glad am I?
I thirst for thirstiness, I weep for tears; well pleas'd I am to be displeased thus: The only thing I fear is want of fears: suspecting I am not suspicious. I cannot chuse but live, because I dye And when I am not dead how glad am I?
Yet when I am thus glad for sense of pain and careful am lest I should careless be Then do I grieve for being glad again, and fear lest carelessness take care for me. Amidst these restless thoughts, this rest I find. For those that rest not here, there's rest behind