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A comment upon Christ's last prayer in the seventeenth of John wherein is opened…
A comment upon Christ's last prayer in the seventeenth of John wherein is opened the union believers have with God and Christ, and the glorious privileges thereof ... / by that faithful and known servant of Christ, Mr. Thomas Hooker ... ; printed from the authors own papers written with his own hand, and attested to be such in an epistle by Thomas Goodwin and Philip Nigh.A comment upon Christ's last prayer in the seventeenth of John wherein is opened the union beleevers have with God and Christ, and the glorious priviledges thereof ... / by that faithful and known servant of Christ, Mr. Thomas Hooker ... ; printed from the authors own papers written with his own hand, and attested to be such in an epistle by Thomas Goodwin and Philip Nye.
London: printed by Peter Cole, 1656
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.
Nay had he but let Satan loose upon me, or mine own corruptions loose within me, unto which I was addicted, and which was my delight and life: This wretched Heart had never come to an end, nor measure in sin. A Cain here, A Judas here, An Ahithophel here, nay a Hell was here in this Heart: yea what the Heart of Beelzebub harboured, the spawn of it was here, So that might I have had but mine own will, I had never ceased sinning, until I had come unto that unpardonable sin ⟨p. 33⟩against the Holy Ghost, and so had been past Hope of recovery. But it was the care, the prayer of Jesus that prevented it, and my everlasting ruin. Oh the Riches of that mercy!
Nay had he but let Satan loose upon me, or mine own corruptions loose within me, unto which I was addicted, and which was my delight and life: This wretched Heart had never come to an end, nor measure in sin. A Cain here, A Judas here, An Achitophel here, nay a Hell was here in this Heart: yea what the Heart of Beelzebub harbored, the spawn of it was here, So that might I have had but mine own will, I had never ceased sinning, until I had come unto that unpardonable sin ⟨p. 33⟩against the Holy Ghost, and so had been past Hope of recovery. But it was the care, the prayer of Jesus that prevented it, and my everlasting ruin. Oh the Riches of that mercy!
Nay, when I lay secure and senseless in my sin, and never thought of means, nor ever sought for them, he sent them: though I was careless, he continued them, when there was no Eye to pity me, nor I had a Heart to pity my self, yet when he saw me in my Blood, he said, live, Poor creature, live. Oh the Riches of that mercy of a Christ!