The blessedness of the righteous discoursed from Psal. 17, 15 /The blessednesse of the righteous discoursed from Psal. 17, 15 /

And so doth this being satisfied, not only generally, signify the soul to be at rest; but it specifies that rest; and gives us a distinct account of the nature of it. As that it is not a forced violent rest; such as proceeds from a beguiled ignorance, a drowsy sloth, a languishing weakness, or a desire and hope of happiness, by often frustrations baffled into despair▪ (to all which, the native import and propriety of that word [satisfaction] doth strongly repugn.)

And so doth this being satisfied, not only generally, signifie the soul to be at rest; but it specifies that rest; and gives us a distinct account of the nature of it. As that it is not a forced violent rest; such as proceeds from a beguiled ignorance, a drowsie sloth, a languishing weakness, or a desire and hope of happiness, by often frustrations bafled into despair▪ (to all which, the native import and propriety of that word [satisfaction] doth strongly repugne.)

But it discovers it to be a natural rest. I mean, from an internal principle; the soul is not held in its present state of enjoyment by a strong and violent hand; but rests in it by a connaturalness thereunto, is attempered to it, by its own inward constitution and frame. It rests not as a descending stone, intercepted by something by the way, that holds and stops it, else it would fall further; but as a thing would rest in its own centre, with such a rest as the earth is supposed to have in its proper place; that, being hung upon nothing, is yet unmoved (ponderibus librata suis) equally balanced by its own weights every way.

But it discovers it to be a natural rest. I mean, from an internal principle; the soul is not held in its present state of enjoyment by a strong and violent hand; but rests in it by a connaturalness thereunto, is attempered to it, by its own inward constitution and frame. It rests not as a descending stone, intercepted by something by the way, that holds and stops it, else it would fall further; but as a thing would rest in its own centre, with such a rest as the earth is supposed to have in its proper place; that, being hung upon nothing, is yet unmoved (ponderibus librata suis) equally ballanced by its own weights every way.