A treatise of delighting in God from Psal. xxxvij. 4. Delight thy self also…

It is most highly delightful to receive him, and give up our selves to him as our full suitable good, so exactly answering all the exigencies of our distressed case; when sensibly apprehending the true state of it, the Soul cries out, None but Christ, and finds him present, waiting only for consent, readily offering himself, Here I am, take me, thy Jesus, thy help, thy life! How overcomingly pleasant is this to a Soul that feels its distress, and perceives it self ready to perish; Yea and that daily sees it self perishing, were it not for him. How pleasant, when in the time of love he finds the ⟨p. 66⟩poor Soul in its blood, and says to it, live; clothes it, decks it, makes it perfect through his own comeliness, tenders himself to it, unto it taken off the dunghill, cast out in the most loathsome deplorable plight; And enters the marriage Covenant with it, (we need not be squeamish or shy to speak after God himself, so representing this matter), overcomes by his own mercy and goodness, and prevails with a sinful creature to accept him. How gladly doth it throw off every thing of its own, that it may entirely possess him and be possessed by him. Here is the Joy of a Nuptial Solemnity, or the Joy of Espousals. I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine.

It is most highly delightful to receive him, and give up our selves to him as our full sutable good, so exactly answering all the exigencies of our distressed case; when sensibly apprehending the true state of it, the Soul cries out, None but Christ, and finds him present, waiting only for consent, readily offering himself, Here I am, take me, thy Jesus, thy help, thy life! How overcomingly pleasant is this to a Soul that feels its distress, and perceives it self ready to perish; Yea and that daily sees it self perishing, were it not for him. How pleasant, when in the time of love he finds the ⟨p. 66⟩poor Soul in its blood, and says to it, live; clothes it, decks it, makes it perfect through his own comliness, tenders himself to it, unto it taken off the dunghil, cast out in the most lothsom deplorable plight; And enters the marriage Covenant with it, (we need not be squeamish or shy to speak after God himself, so representing this matter), overcomes by his own mercy and goodness, and prevails with a sinful creature to accept him. How gladly doth it throw off every thing of its own, that it may intirely possess him and be possessed by him. Here is the Joy of a Nuptial Solemnity, or the Joy of Espousals. I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine.