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A Saint Indeed
A saint indeed: or The great work of a Christian, opened and pressed; from Prov. 4. 23 Being a seasonable and proper expedient for the recovery of the much decayed power of godliness, among the professors of these times. By John Flavell M. of the Gospel.
London: printed by W.R., 1668
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.
1. Thou tellest me Satan that sin is pleasant; be it so: but are the gripes of Conscience, and the flames of Hell so too? Is it pleasant to feel the wounds and throbs of Conscience? if so, Why did Peter weep so bitterly, Matth. 26. 75. Why did David cry out of broken bones, Psal. 51. I hear what thou sayest of the pleasure of sin, and I have read what David hath said of the terrible effects of sin in his Psalm, to bring to remembrance, ⟨p. 140⟩Psal. 38. verse 2. Thine Arrows stick fast in me, and thy Hand presseth me sore: ver. 3. There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin: verse 4. For mine iniquities are gone over mine head as an heavy burden; they are too heavy for me: verse 5. My wounds stink and are corrupt, because of my foolishness: verse 6. I am troubled, I am bowed down greatly, I go mourning all the day long: verse 7. My loins are filled with a loathsome Disease, and there is no soundness in my flesh: Verse 8. I am feeble and sore broken, I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
1. Thou tellest me Satan that sin is pleasant; be it so: but are the gripes of Conscience, and the flames of Hell so too? Is it pleasant to feel the wounds and throbs of Conscience? if so, Why did Peter weep so bitterly, Matth. 26. 75. Why did David cry out of broken bones, Psal. 51. I hear what thou sayest of the pleasure of sin, and I have read what David hath said of the terrible effects of sin in his Psalm, to bring to remembrance, ⟨p. 140⟩Psal. 38. verse 2. Thine Arrows stick fast in me, and thy Hand presseth me sore: ver. 3. There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin: verse 4. For mine iniquities are gone over mine head as an heavy burden; they are too heavy for me: verse 5. My wounds stink and are corrupt, because of my foolishness: verse 6. I am troubled, I am bowed down greatly, I go mourning all the day long: verse 7. My loyns are filled with a loathsom Disease, and there is no soundness in my flesh: Verse 8. I am feeble and sore broken, I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.