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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.
Two things, here before our eyes, discover the greatness of this love. That it designs satisfact on to the persons meant; and that they shall be satisfied with the Divine vision and likeness.
Two things, here before our eyes, discover the greatness of this love. That it designes satisfact on to the persons meant; and that they shall be satisfied with the Divine vision and likeness.
1. It designs their satisfaction. This is as far as love can go. 'Tis love to the uttermost: I• doth not satisfy itself, till it satisfy them. 'Tis love to spare an enemy, to relieve a stranger; but to satisfy for ever, them that were both; this s••e exceeds all the wonted measures of love. Much love is shown in the forgiveness of sin, in the supply of necessities, but herein (as the Apostle speaks in another case) is the love of God perfected (as to its exercise) it hath now perfectly attained its end; when it hath not left so much as a craving desire, not a wish unsatisfied; the soul cannot say, I wish it were better; O that I h•d •ut this one thing more to […] my h•ppi••ss. It hath neither ⟨p. 207⟩pretence, nor inclination to think such a thought. Divine Love is now at rest; It was travailing (big with gracious designs) before it hath now delivered it self. It would rather create new heavens every moment, then not satisfy: but it hath now done it to the full, the utmost capacity of the soul is filled up; it can be no happier then it is. This is loves triumph over all the miseries, wants, and desires, of a languishing soul. The appropriate, peculiar glory of D•v•ne love. If all the excellencies of their whole creation besides, were contracted into one glorious creature, it would never be capable of this boast; I have satisfied one soul. The love of God leaves none unsatisfied, but the proud despisers of it. Now is the eternal Sabbath of love. Now it enters into rest, having finished all its works, it views them over now with delight, for o, they are all Good. its works of Pardon, of Justification, and Adoption. Its works of Regeneration, of Conversion, and Sanctification; its establishing, quickening, comforting works; they are all good, good in themselves, and in this their end; the satisfaction and repose of blessed souls. Now divine love puts on the Crown, ascends the Throne, and the many Myriads of glorified Spirits fall down about it, and adore. All profess to owe to it the satisfying pleasures they all enjoy. Who can consider the unspeakable satisfaction of those blessed Spirits, and not also reflect upon this exalted greatness of divine love!