A fourth volume containing one hundred and fifty sermons on several texts of Scripture…

(1.) It marreth Carnal Joy, it puts the Soul quite out of taste with other things. Men used Acorns, till they found out the use of Bread. We content our selves with Husks, till we taste of the fatted Calf in our Father's House. The Soul must have some Oblectation, Love cannot lie idle; we are taken with Garlic and Onions, till we taste Manna. When once we have tasted of the Love of God, other things will not be so sweet. Cant. 1.4. We will be glad, and rejoice in thee; we will remember thy Love more than Wine.

(1.) It marreth Carnal Joy, it puts the Soul quite out of taste with other things. Men used Acorns, till they found out the use of Bread. We content our selves with Husks, till we taste of the fatted Calf in our Father's House. The Soul must have some Oblectation, Love cannot lie idle; we are taken with Garlick and Onions, till we taste Manna. When once we have tasted of the Love of God, other things will not be so sweet. Cant. 1.4. We will be glad, and rejoice in thee; we will remember thy Love more than Wine.

(2.) It is stronger than the Evil which it opposeth; it swalloweth up all our Sorrows, whatever they be. Look, as we say of Wine, or of any Spirits, it is very strong, when a few Drops can change a great deal of Water into its own Nature: So because it overcometh the greatest Evils, Terrors of Conscience, worldly Miseries, and the greatest Anguish and Distress which may befall us, therefore it is called strong Comfort. A mighty Joy, a sense of God's Love in Christ, swalloweth up all our Sorrow whatever. The Wrath of God is a dreadful thing, we can hardly think of it without amazement. The fear of Hell, Death and Judgment to come, these are wont to raise a great Storm in the Conscience, but spiritual Joy can only allay it. As a wounded Conscience can say, there is no Sorrow like unto my Sorrow; so a peaceable Conscience can say, there is no Joy like unto my Joy.