Precious faith considered in its nature, working, and growth

In the last place, if thou wouldst be assured, set thy heart on God, and Christ, and Heaven; stay no longer in the straits of this lower World, take thy flight by Faith and Love into the sphere of Infinity, where thy Soul may open and dilate it self for ever. Hang no longer about the drops and little particles of Being, put forth thy Soul might and main into the great ocean of Sweetness and Perfection, which is able to fill up thy two vast Capacities of Mind and Will with its unmeasurable Truth and Goodness. Warm thy Heart no more among the little sparks of Good here below; soar up upon the wings of Desire and ardent Affection to that pure immutable Sun of Love and Goodness; one of whose golden rays of favour will be more to thee than a World. Thou hast, O Believer, a Soul twice Heaven-born; once as it is in its own nature an immortal spark from above, and again as it bears the impress of Heaven in its Graces. And answerably thou hast a double impetus after Happiness; one in the instinct of nature thirsting after it, and another in the more Divine impulses of Grace pressing towards it as its Centre. Think not that such a Soul shall ever find rest, till it come back to the first point from whence it issued, and resign up it self to its Original in the bosom of God. Inflame thy ⟨p. 458⟩Heart with Love to Jesus Christ who is altogether lovely, and wholly desirable. In his Righteousness thou mayest stand and look up to the sweet reconciled face of God; In his bleeding wounds thou hast a passage into the infinite bowels of Mercy; through the veil of his flesh the way is open to the Holy of Holies; The oil upon his head can fill thee with joy unspeakable and glorious. Lift up thine eyes, O Believer, to that wonder of wonders, God manifested in the flesh; from whence come all the admirable indwellings of God in the spirits of Men. Set thy Heart upon that Infinite Mass and Treasure of Merit, which paid off all the scores to Divine Justice, and over and above bought all the Glory of Heaven for poor worms. Ravish thy Soul in the rich redundancies and overmeasures of the Spirit upon him, which overflow and fill so many thousand precious Souls with Grace. Look steadfastly upon that pure mirror of Love, Holiness, Meekness, Goodness, Obedience, Patience, which is in his flesh; look till thou shine with the same image or spiritual Idea of Grace;

In the last place, if thou wouldst be assured, set thy heart on God, and Christ, and Heaven; stay no longer in the straits of this lower World, take thy flight by Faith and Love into the sphere of Infinity, where thy Soul may open and dilate it self for ever. Hang no longer about the drops and little particles of Being, put forth thy Soul might and main into the great ocean of Sweetness and Perfection, which is able to fill up thy two vast Capacities of Mind and Will with its unmeasurable Truth and Goodness. Warm thy Heart no more among the little sparks of Good here below; soar up upon the wings of Desire and ardent Affection to that pure immutable Sun of Love and Goodness; one of whose golden rays of favour will be more to thee than a World. Thou hast, O Believer, a Soul twice Heaven-born; once as it is in its own nature an immortal spark from above, and again as it bears the impress of Heaven in its Graces. And answerably thou hast a double impetus after Happiness; one in the instinct of nature thirsting after it, and another in the more Divine impulses of Grace pressing towards it as its Center. Think not that such a Soul shall ever find rest, till it come back to the first point from whence it issued, and resign up it self to its Original in the bosom of God. Inflame thy