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The blessedness of the righteous discoursed from Psal. 17, 15 /The blessednesse of the righteous discoursed from Psal. 17, 15 /
The blessedness of the righteous discoursed from Psal. 17, 15 / by John Howe ...The blessednesse of the righteous discoursed from Psal. 17, 15 / by John Howe ...
printed by Sarah Griffin for Samuel Thomson, 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.
And if it be an unsuccessive duration, (though it is more difficult to apprehend how the being or enjoyments of a creature can come under that mensuration) the glory presented to the view of a blessed soul, cannot be presented by parcels, but at once.* In our temporary state, while we are under the measure of time, we are not capable of the fullness of blessedness, or misery, for time exists not altogether but by parts. And indeed we can neither enjoy, nor suffer more at once than can can be compassed within one moment; for no more exists together. But our relation to eternity (according to this notion of it) will render the same invariable appearance of glory always presentaneous to us, in the entire fullness of it. We read indeed of certain [Greek or Hebrew] afterings of Faith (as it may be significantly enough rendered,2 let but the novelty of the expression be pardoned) things lacking we read it, but there will be ⟨p. 86⟩here no [Greek or Hebrew] afterings of glory. What is perfect admits no increase; 'tis already full, and why should not a full glory satisfy? there's here no expectation of (greater) future, to abate the pleasure of present discoveries. Why therefore shall not this satisfaction be conceived full and perfect? It must be the fullness of joy.
And if it be an unsuccessive duration, (though it is more difficult to apprehend how the being or injoyments of a creature can come under that mensuration) the glory presented to the view of a blessed soul, cannot be presented by parcels, but at once.* In our temporary state, while we are under the measure of time, we are not capable of the fulness of blessedness, or misery, for time exists not altogether but by parts. And indeed we can neither injoy, nor suffer more at once than can can be compast within one moment; for no more exists together. But our relation to eternity (according to this notion of it) will render the same invariable appearance of glory alwayes presentaneous to us, in the entire fulness of it. We read indeed of certain 〈non-Latin alphabet〉 afterings of Faith (as it may be significantly enough rendred,