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

This is the souls real, and practical acknowledgement of the Supreme Majesty: Its homage to its Maker: Its self-dedication: Than which nothing more suits the state of a creature, or the Spirit of a Saint. And as it is suitable, 'tis pleasant. 'Tis that by which the blessed Soul becomes, in its own sense, a consecrated thing, a devoted thing, sacred to God: Its very life, and whole being referred and made over to him. With what delightful relishes, what sweet gusts of pleasure is this done! while the soul tastes its own act; approves it with a full ungainsaying judgment; apprehends the ⟨p. 128⟩condignity, and fitness of it assents to its self herein; and hath the ready suffrage, the harmonious concurrence of all his powers. When the words are no sooner spoken, Worthy art thou, O Lord, to receive glory, honour, and power, for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are, and were created; but they are resounded from the penetralia, the inmost bowels, the most intimate receptacles, and secret chambers of the Soul. O Lord, thou art worthy; worthy, that I, and all things should be to thee; worthy to be the Omega, as thou art the Alpha, the last, as thou art the first; the end, as thou art the beginning of all things; the Ocean into which all being shall slow; as the Fountain from which it sprang. My whole self, and all my powers, the excellencies now implanted in my being, the privileges of my now glorified state, are all worth nothing to me but for thee, please me only, as they make me fitter for thee. O the pleasure of these Sentiments, the joy of such raptures! when the soul shall have no other notion of it self, than of an everlasting sacrifice, always ascending to God in its own flames.

This is the souls real, and practical acknowledgement of the Supream Majesty: Its homage to its Maker: Its self-dedication: Than which nothing more suits the state of a creature, or the Spirit of a Saint. And as it is suittable, 'tis pleasant. 'Tis that by which the blessed Soul becomes, in its own sense, a consecrated thing, a devoted thing, sacred to God: Its very life, and whole being refer'd and made over to him. With what delightful relishes, what sweet gusts of pleasure is this done! while the soul tasts its own act; approves it with a full ungainsaying judgment; apprehends the ⟨p. 128⟩condignity, and fitness of it assents to its self herein; and hath the ready suffrage, the harmonious concurrence of all his powers. When the words are no sooner spoken, Worthy art thou, O Lord, to receive glory, honour, and power, for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are, and were created; but they are resounded from the penetralia, the inmost bowels, the most intimate receptacles, and secret chambers of the Soul. O Lord, thou art worthy; worthy, that I, and all things should be to thee; worthy to be the Omega, as thou art the Alpha, the last, as thou art the first; the end, as thou art the beginning of all things; the Ocean into which all being shall slow; as the Fountain from which it sprang. My whole self, and all my powers, the excellencies now implanted in my being, the priviledges of my now glorified state, are all worth nothing to me but for thee, please me only, as they make me fitter for thee. O the pleasure of these Sentiments, the joy of such raptures! when the soul shall have no other notion of it self, than of an everlasting sacrifice, always ascending to God in its own flames.