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The divine will considered in its eternal decrees, and holy execution of them. By…
The divine will considered in its eternal decrees, and holy execution of them. By Edward Polhill of Burwash in Sussex Esquire
London : printed, and are to be sold by Thomas Shelmerdine, at the sign of the Rose-Tree in Little-Britain, 1695
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.
CHAP. VIII. Of the Work of Redemption.
I Have now passed over the Work of Creation, with its Appendices of Conservation and Gubernation; but behold! a greater than Creation is here, stupendous Redemption, the wonder of Angels and envy of Devils; at which Creation starts back and gives up its Sabbath. I am come to the Tree of Life growing in Paradise, hanging full of Pardons and Graces, and spreading forth a broad and indefective shadow of Merits over sinful Worms. I am now at the pure Well of Salvation springing out of the Deity of the Son of God, issuing through the bleeding Wounds of his Humanity, and filling every Vessel of Faith. I am now to open my eyes upon the most tremendous Mystery that ever was; God in the Flesh, the brightness of Glory under a Veil, the Fullness of the Godhead tabernacling in Dust, and a Sun of infinite light and lustre clothed in Sack-cloth in his Incarnation, and turned into Blood in his Passion. Oh! for some illapses of that ⟨p. 169⟩holy Spirit which takes the things of Christ and shows them in their spiritual Glory.
I Have now passed over the Work of Creation, with its Appendices of Conservation and Gubernation; but behold! a greater than Creation is here, stupendious Redemption, the wonder of Angels and envy of Devils; at which Creation starts back and gives up its Sabbath. I am come to the Tree of Life growing in Paradise, hanging full of Pardons and Graces, and spreading forth a broad and indefective shadow of Merits over sinful Worms. I am now at the pure Well of Salvation springing out of the Deity of the Son of God, issuing through the bleeding Wounds of his Humanity, and filling every Vessel of Faith. I am now to open my eyes upon the most tremendous Mystery that ever was; God in the Flesh, the brightness of Glory under a Veil, the Fulness of the Godhead tabernacling in Dust, and a Sun of infinite light and lustre cloathed in Sack-cloth in his Incarnation, and turned into Blood in his Passion. Oh! for some illapses of that ⟨p. 169⟩holy Spirit which takes the things of Christ and shews them in their spiritual Glory.