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

If we gain but the top of Mount Tabor, we are apt to say, 'tis good to be here, and forget the longer journey yet before us; loath to think of a further advance; when, were our spirits right, how far so ever we may suppose our selves to have attained, it would be matter of continual joy to us to think high perfections are still attainable; that we are yet capable of greater things, then what we have hitherto compassed; our souls can yet comprehend more. Nature intends what is most perfect in every Creature; methinks the Divine ⟨p. 340⟩Nature in the New Creature, should not design lower, or cease aspiring, till it have attained its ultimate perfection, its culminating point; till Grace turn into Glory.

If we gain but the top of Mount Tabor, we are apt to say, 'tis good to be here, and forget the longer journey yet before us; loath to think of a further advance; when, were our spirits right, how far so ever we may suppose our selves to have attained, it would be matter of continual joy to us to think high perfections are still attainable; that we are yet capable of greater things, then what we have hitherto compast; our souls can yet comprehend more. Nature intends what is most perfect in every Creature; methinks the Divine ⟨p. 340⟩Nature in the New Creature, should not design lower, or cease aspiring, till it have attained its ultimate perfection, its culminating point; till Grace turn into Glory.

Let us therefore Christians bestir our selves, let us open, and turn our eyes upon the eternal glory. Lets view it well, and then demand of our own souls, why are our desires so faint and slothful? why do they so seldom pierce through the intervening distance, and reach home to what they professedly level at? so rarely touch this blessed mark? How can we forbear to be angry with our selves, that so glorious an end should not more powerfully attract? that our hearts should not more sensibly find themselves drawn? and all the powers of the soul beset on work, by the attractive power of that glory?