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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.
All the time from the the Souls first conversion till now, God hath been as it were at work upon it.1 (—He that wrought us to, &c.) hath been labouring it, shaping it, polishing it, spreading his own glory upon it, inlaying, enamelling it with glory; now at last the whole work is revealed, the Curtain is drawn aside; the blessed Soul awakes. Come now saith God, behold my work; see what I have done upon thee; Let my work now see the light, I dare expose it to the censure of the most curious eye, let thine own have the pleasure of beholding it. It was a work carried on in a Mystery secretly wrought (as in the lower parts of the earth, as we alluded before) by a Spirit that came, and went no man could tell how. Besides, that in the general only, we knew we should be like him, it did not yet appear what we should be, now it appears. There is a revelation of this glory. O the ravishing pleasure of its first appearance! and it will be a glory always fresh and flourishing (as Job's expression is, my glory was fresh in me) and will afford a fresh, undecaying pleasure for ever.
All the time from the the Souls first conversion till now, God hath been as it were at work upon it.1 (—He that wrought us to, &c.) hath been labouring it, shaping it, polishing it, spreading his own glory upon it, inlaying, inameling it with glory; now at last the whole work is revealed, the Curtain is drawn aside; the blessed Soul awakes. Come now saith God, behold my work; see what I have done upon thee; Let my work now see the light, I dare expose it to the censure of the most curious eye, let thine own have the pleasure of beholding it. It was a work carried on in a Mystery secretly wrought (as in the lower parts of the earth, as we alluded before) by a Spirit that came, and went no man could tell how. Besides, that in the general only, we knew we should be like him, it did not yet appear what we should be, now it appears. There is a revelation of this glory. O the ravishing pleasure of its first appearance! and it will be a glory always fresh and flourishing (as Job's expression is, my glory was fresh in me) and will afford a fresh, undecaying pleasure for ever.