A39675:1489
Pneumatologia, a treatise of the soul of man
Pneumatologia, a treatise of the soul of man wherein the divine original, excellent and immortal nature of the soul are opened, its love and inclination to the body, with the necessity of its separation from it, considered and improved, the existence, operations, and states of separated souls, both in Heaven and Hell, immediately after death, asserted, discussed, and variously applied, divers knotty and difficult questions about departed souls, both philosophical, and theological, stated and determined, the invaluable preciousness of humane souls, and the various artifices of Satan (their professed enemy) to destroy them, discovered, and the great duty and interest of all men, seasonable and heartily to comply with the most great and gracious design of the Father, Son, and Spirit, for the salvation of their souls, argued and pressed / by John Flavel ...Pneumatologia, a treatise of the soul of man wherein the divine original, excellent and immortal nature of the soul are opened, its love and inclination to the body, with the necessity of its separation from it, considered and improved, the existence, operations, and states of separated souls, both in Heaven and Hell, immediately after death, asserted, discussed, and variously applyed, divers knotty and difficult questions about departed souls, both philosophical, and theological, stated and determined, the invaluable preciousness of humane souls, and the various artifices of Satan (their professed enemy) to destroy them, discovered, and the great duty and interest of all men, seasonable and heartily to comply with the most great and gracious design of the Father, Son, and Spirit, for the salvation of their souls, argued and pressed / by John Flavel ...
London: printed for Francis Tyton, 1685
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.
God purchased the Church with his own Blood,1 O what an Argument is here to quicken the negligent? and what an Argument to condemn those that will not be quickened up to their duty by it? O, saith one of the Ancient Doctors, if Christ had but committed to my keeping one spoonful of his Blood in a fragile glass, how curiously should I preserve it, and how tender should I be of that glass! If the• he have committed to me the purchase of that Blood, should I not carefully look to my charge?
God purchased the Church with his own Blood,1 O what an Argument is here to quicken the negligent? and what an Argument to condemn those that will not be quickened up to their duty by it? O, saith one of the Ancient Doctors, if Christ had but committed to my keeping one spoonful of his Blood in a fragil glass, how curiously should I preserve it, and how tender should I be of that glass! If the• he have committed to me the purchace of that Blood, should I not carefully look to my charge?
- 1Gildas Salvian, p. 260.
What, Sirs, shall we despise the Blood of Christ? shall we think it was shed for them that are not worthy of our care? O then let us hear those Arguments of Christ whenever we feel our selves grow dull and careless. Did I dye for them, and wilt not thou look after them? Were they worth my Blood, and are they not worth thy labour? Did I come down from Heaven to Earth, to seek and to save that which was lost: and wilt not thou go to the next door, or street, or village to seek them? How small is thy labour or condescension to mine? I debased my self to this, but it is thy honour to be so employed.
What, Sirs, shall we despise the Blood of Christ? shall we think it was shed for them that are not worthy of our care? O then let us hear those Arguments of Christ whenever we feel our selves grow dull and careless. Did I dye for them, and wilt not thou look after them? Were they worth my Blood, and are they not worth thy labour? Did I come down from Heaven to Earth, to seek and to save that which was lost: and wilt not thou go to the next door, or street, or village to seek them? How small is thy labour or condescension to mine? I debased my self to this, but it is thy honour to be so imployed.