A discourse concerning the Redeemer's dominion over the invisible world, and the entrance thereinto

And what now remains to be ascertained? what? Only our own intervening death? we must, 'tis true be, absent from these bodies, or we cannot (as we would) be present with the Lord. And is that all? can any thing now, be more certain than that? O happy state of our Case! How should our hearts spring and leap for our joy, that our affairs are brought into this posture! that in order to our perfect Blessedness, nothing is farther wanting but to die. And that the certainty of death, completes ⟨p. 188⟩our assurance of it. What should now hinder our breaking forth into the most joyful thanksgivings, that it is so little doubtful we shall die! that we are in no danger of a terrestrial Immortality! and that the only thing that it remained we should be assured of, is so very sure. That we are sure it is not in the power of all this World, to keep us always in it. That the most spiteful Enemy we have in all the World, cannot do us that spite, to keep us from dying! How gloriously may good Men triumph, over the impotent malice of their most mischievous enemies, viz. that the greatest mischief, even in their own Account, that it can ever be in their power to do them, is to put it out of their own power ever to hurt them more (for they now go quite out of ⟨p. 189⟩their reach) They can (being permitted,) kill the body, and after that (Luke 12.4.) have no more that they can do. What a remarkable, significant, after that, is this? what a defiance doth it import of the utmost Effort of humane power and Spite! that here it terminates! 'tis now come to its ne plus ultra!

And what now remains to be ascertain'd? what? Only our own intervening death? we must, 'tis true be, absent from these bodies, or we cannot (as we would) be present with the Lord. And is that all? can any thing now, be more certain than that? O happy state of our Case! How should our hearts spring and leap for our joy, that our affairs are brought into this posture! that in order to our perfect Blessedness, nothing is farther wanting but to die. And that the certainty of death, compleats ⟨p. 188⟩our assurance of it. What should now hinder our breaking forth into the most joyful thanksgivings, that it is so little doubtful we shall die! that we are in no danger of a terrestrial Immortality! and that the only thing that it remain'd we should be assured of, is so very sure. That we are sure it is not in the power of all this World, to keep us always in it. That the most spiteful Enemy we have in all the World, cannot do us that spite, to keep us from dying! How gloriously may good Men triumph, over the impotent malice of their most mischievous enemies, viz. that the greatest mischief, even in their own Account, that it can ever be in their power to do them, is to put it out of their own power ever to hurt them more (for they now go quite out of