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

After I began to live the Spiritual new life; how slow, and faint was my progress and tendency towards perfection? how indisposed did I find my self to the proper actions of that life? To go about any holy spiritual work, was, too often, as to climb an Hill, or strive against the stream; or as an attempt to fly ⟨p. 150⟩without wings. I have sometime said to my heart; Come now lets go pray, love God, think of heaven; but O how listless to these things! how lifeless in them! Impressions made, how quickly lost! gracious frames, how soon wrought of and gone! characters of glory raced out, and overspread with earth and dirt! Divine comeliness hath now at length made me perfect. The glory of God doth now incloath me, they are his ornaments I now wear. He hath made me, that, lately, lay among the pots, as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold, he hath put another nature into me; the true likeness of his own holy divine nature; He hath now perfectly mastered and wrought out the enmity of my heart against him. Now to be with God is my very element. Loving, admiring, praising him are as natural, as breathing once was. I am all Spirit and life, I feel my self disburdened, and unclogged of all the heavy oppressive weights that hung upon me. No body of death doth now encumber me, no deadness of heart, no coldness of love, no drowsy sloth, no averseness from God, no earthly mind, no sensual inclinations or affections, no sinful divisions o• heart between God and Creatures. He hath now the whole of me. I enjoy and delight in none but him, O blessed change! O happy day!

After I began to live the Spiritual new life; how slow, and faint was my progress and tendency towards perfection? how indisposed did I find my self to the proper actions of that life? To go about any holy spiritual work, was, too often, as to climb an Hill, or strive against the stream; or as an attempt to fly ⟨p. 150⟩without wings. I have sometime said to my heart; Come now lets go pray, love God, think of heaven; but O how listless to these things! how lifeless in them! Impressions made, how quickly lost! gracious frames, how soon wrought of and gone! characters of glory rac'd out, and overspread with earth and dirt! Divine comeliness hath now at length made me perfect. The glory of God doth now incloath me, they are his ornaments I now wear. He hath made me, that, lately, lay among the pots, as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold, he hath put another nature into me; the true likeness of his own holy divine nature; He hath now perfectly master'd and wrought out the enmity of my heart against him. Now to be with God is my very element. Loving, admiring, praising him are as natural, as breathing once was. I am all Spirit and life, I feel my self disburthened, and unclogg'd of all the heavy oppressive weights that hung upon me. No body of death doth now incumber me, no deadness of heart, no coldness of love, no drowsie sloth, no aversness from God, no earthly mind, no sensual inclinations or affections, no sinful devisions o heart between God and Creatures. He hath now the whole of me. I injoy and delight in none but him, O blessed change! O happy day!