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

Again, how little doth it weigh with us? It serves not to out-weigh the smallest trouble, if we have not our eternal desire in every thing gratified, if any thing fall out cross to our inclinations, this glory goes for nothing with us. Our discontents swallow up our hopes, and joys, and heaven is reckoned as a thing of naught. If when outward troubles afflict, or threaten us, we could have the certain prospect of better days; that would sensibly revive, and please us. Yea, can we not please our selves with very uncertain groundless hopes of this kind, without promise or valuable reason? But to be told of a recompense, at the resurrection of the just, of a day when we shall see the face of ⟨p. 363⟩God, and be satisfied, with his Likeness; this is insipid and without favour to us; and affords us but cold comfort. The uncertain things of time signify more with us, then the certain things of eternity. Can we think tis all this while well with us? can we think this a tolerable evil, or suffer, with patience, such a distemper of Spirit? Methinks it should make us ever weary of our selves, and solicitous for an effectual speedy redress.

Again, how little doth it weigh with us? It serves not to out-weigh the smallest trouble, if we have not our eternal desire in every thing gratified, if any thing fall out cross to our inclinations, this glory goes for nothing with us. Our discontents swallow up our hopes, and joyes, and heaven is reckon'd as a thing of naught. If when outward troubles afflict, or threaten us, we could have the certain prospect of better dayes; that would sensibly revive, and please us. Yea, can we not please our selves with very uncertain groundless hopes of this kind, without promise or valuable reason? But to be told of a recompense, at the resurrection of the just, of a day when we shall see the face of ⟨p. 363⟩God, and be satisfied, with his Likeness; this is insipid and without favor to us; and affords us but cold comfort. The uncertain things of time signifie more with us, then the certain things of eternity. Can we think tis all this while well with us? can we think this a tollerable evil, or suffer, with patience, such a distemper of Spirit? Methinks it should make us ever weary of our selves, and solicitous for an effectual speedy redress.