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Meditations and Discourses on the Glory of Christ
Meditations and discourses on the glory of Christ, in his person, office, and grace with the differences between faith and sight applied unto the use of them that believe / by the late Reverend John Owen, D.D.
London: printed by B.A., 1691
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Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
IT is a woeful kind of Life, when men scramble for poor perishing Reliefs in their Distresses. This is the Universal Remedy and Cure, the only Balsam for all our Diseases. Whatever presseth, urgeth, perplexeth; if we can but retreat in our ⟨image 6⟩minds unto a view of this Glory, and a due consideration of our own Interest therein; Comfort and Supportment will be administered unto us. Wicked men in their Distresses (which sometimes overtake even them also) are like a troubled Sea that cannot rest. Others are heartless and despond, not without secret repinings at the wise disposals of Divine Providence, especially when they look on the better Condition (as they suppose) of others. And the best of us are apt all to wax faint and weary, when these things press upon us in an unusual manner, or under their long continuance without a prospect of Relief. This is the strong hold which such Prisoners of hope are to turn themselves unto. In this Contemplation of the Glory of Christ, they will find Rest unto their own Souls. For,
IT is a woful kind of Life, when men scramble for poor perishing Reliefs in their Distresses. This is the Universal Remedy and Cure, the only Balsom for all our Diseases. Whatever presseth, urgeth, perplexeth; if we can but retreat in our ⟨image 6⟩minds unto a view of this Glory, and a due consideration of our own Interest therein; Comfort and Supportment will be administred unto us. Wicked men in their Distresses (which sometimes overtake even them also) are like a troubled Sea that cannot rest. Others are heartless and despond, not without secret repinings at the wise disposals of Divine Providence, especially when they look on the better Condition (as they suppose) of others. And the best of us are apt all to wax faint and weary, when these things press upon us in an unusal manner, or under their long continuance without a prospect of Relief. This is the strong hold which such Prisoners of hope are to turn themselves unto. In this Contemplation of the Glory of Christ, they will find Rest unto their own Souls. For,