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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.
1. From the Preciousness of his Blood. 2. From the Purpose of his Father. 3. From the Promise of his Father.
1. From the Preciousness of his Blood. That there should be a Laver made of God's Blood, and never a Sinner washed in it, that such a vast sum of precious Merits should be paid down, and never a Captive released by it, is to me no less than prodigious Blasphemy; every little Grain in Nature doth confute it; if that do but fall into the ground and die, it bringeth forth much fruit, and shall the Son of God bleed and die in his assumed Flesh and be fruitless? God in his waky Providence gives to every little Seed his own body, and shall the peerless Flower of Heaven sow his Blood and Righteousness and have none at all? A Cup of cold water given in Charity shall in no wise lose its reward, and can it be so with the Blood of Christ poured out in a transcendent excess of Love, and glorified into an infinite Merit by his Deity? When Christ fed the multitude but with Barley-loaves & small Fishes, nothing was lost, and ⟨p. 332⟩can all be lost when he makes a Feast of spiritual Marrow and Fatness, and gives his Flesh to be meat indeed and his Blood to be drink indeed? Oh! far be the thought from every Christian
1. From the Preciousness of his Blood. That there should be a Laver made of God's Blood, and never a Sinner washed in it, that such a vast sum of precious Merits should be paid down, and never a Captive released by it, is to me no less than prodigious Blasphemy; every little Grain in Nature doth confute it; if that do but fall into the ground and die, it bringeth forth much fruit, and shall the Son of God bleed and die in his assumed Flesh and be fruitless? God in his waky Providence gives to every little Seed his own body, and shall the peerless Flower of Heaven sow his Blood and Righteousness and have none at all? A Cup of cold water given in Charity shall in no wise lose its reward, and can it be so with the Blood of Christ poured out in a transcendent excess of Love, and glorified into an infinite Merit by his Deity? When Christ fed the multitude but with Barleyloaves & small Fishes, nothing was lost, and