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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.
But thence to infer there is no such thing, were to dispute against the Sun. No truth hath more of light and evidence in it, though none more of ••rr•ur and prodigy. To how many thousand objects is the mind of man indifferent? can turn it self to this or that; run with facility all points of the Compass, among the whole universe of beings; but assay, only, to draw it to God, and it recoils: Thoughts, and affections revolt, and decline all converse with that blessed object! Toward other objects it freely opens, and dilates it self, as under the ⟨p. 215⟩benign beams of a warm Sun: there are placid, complacential emotions; amicable sprightly converses and embraces. Towards God only, it is presently contracted, and shut up. Life retires, and it becomes as a stone, cold •rigid, and impenetrable. The quite contrary to what is required (which also those very precepts do plainly imply) 'tis alive to sin, to the world,1 to vanity, but crucified, mortified, dead to God, and Jesus Christ.
But thence to infer there is no such thing, were to dispute against the Sun. No truth hath more of light and evidence in it, though none more of ••rr•ur and prodigie. To how many thousand objects is the mind of man indifferent? can turn it self to this or that; run with facility all points of the Compass, among the whole universe of beings; but assay, only, to draw it to God, and it recoiles: Thoughts, and affections revolt, and decline all converse with that blessed object! Toward other objects it freely opens, and dilates it self, as under the ⟨p. 215⟩benign beams of a warm Sun: there are placid, complacential emotions; amicable sprightly converses and imbraces. Towards God only, it is presently contracted, and shut up. Life retires, and it becomes as a stone, cold •rigid, and impenetrable. The quite contrary to what is required (which also those very precepts do plainly imply) 'tis alive to sin, to the world,