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

Here are some of (the [Greek or Hebrew], or) the things wherein consists that our conformity to the divine Nature and Will which is proper to our present state. And now, who can estimate the blessedness of such a soul? Can (in a word) the state of that soul be unhappy? that is full of the Holy Ghost, full of Love, Joy, Peace, Long-suffering, Gentleness, Goodness, Faith, Meekness, Temperance, those blessed fruits of that blessed Spirit. Blessedness is connaturalized unto this soul: Every thing doth its part, and all conspire to make it happy. This soul is a Temple an habitation of holiness: here dwells a Deity in his glory. 'Tis a Paradise, a Garden of God. Here he walks and converses daily, delighted with its fragrant fruitfulness. He that hath those things and aboundeth is not barren or unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus: he is the Sun, and the knowledge of him, the quickening beams that cherish and ripen these fruits.

Here are some of (the 〈non-Latin alphabet〉, or) the things wherein consists that our conformity to the divine Nature and Will which is proper to our present state. And now, who can estimate the blessedness of such a soul? Can (in a word) the state of that soul be unhappy? that is full of the Holy Gost, full of Love, Joy, Peace, Long-suffering, Gentleness, Goodness, Faith, Meekness, Temperance, those blessed fruits of that blessed Spirit. Blessedness is connaturalized unto this soul: Every thing doth its part, and all conspire to make it happy. This soul is a Temple an habitation of holiness: here dwells a Deity in his glory. 'Tis a Paradise, a Garden of God. Here he walks and converses daily, delighted with its fragrant fruitfulness. He that hath those things and aboundeth is not barren or unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus: he is the Sun, and the knowledge of him, the quickening beams that cherish and ripen these fruits.

But the soul that lacketh these things is a Desert, a habitation of Devils. Here is stupid, disconsolate infidelity, inflexible obstinacy, and resolvedness for Hell; Hatred and contempt of the Sovereign Majesty; whom yet, its secret misgiving thoughts tell it, will be too hard for it at last. Here is swoln pride, and giddy vain-glory, disguised hypocrisy, and pining envy, raging wrath, and ravenous avarice, with what you can imagine besides, leading to misery and desolation.