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Christ Dying and Drawing Sinners to Himself
Christ dying and drawing sinners to himself, or, A survey of our Saviour in his soul-suffering, his loveliness in his death, and the efficacy thereof in which some cases of soul-trouble in week believers ... are opened ... delivered in sermons on the Evangel according to S. John Chap. XII, vers. 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33 ... / by Samuel Rutherford.Christ dying and drawing sinners to himself, or, A survey of our Saviour in his soule-suffering, his lovelynesse in his death, and the efficacie thereof in which some cases of soule-trouble in weeke beleevers ... are opened ... delivered in sermons on the Evangel according to S. John Chap. XII, vers. 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33 ... / by Samuel Rutherford.
London: printed by J.D. for Andrew Crooke, 1647
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Antinomians teach, 1That true poverty of spirit doth kill and take away the sight of grace. And, (d)Sanctification is so far from evidencing a good estate, that it darkens it rather; and a man may more clearly see Christ, when he seeth no sanctification, then when he sees it; the darker my sanctification is, the brighter is my justification. So Saltmarsh, The Scriptures bid you see nothing in your self, or all as nothing; these Teachers bid you see something in your self. And its a walking by faith, and not by sight; and a life hid with Christ in God, to believe more truth in our own graces, then we see or feel. Now its true,3 the Saints out of weakness mis-prize the Spirit's working in them, and while they under-value themselves, they under-rate the new creation in themselves, and tacitly upbraid and •lander the grace of Christ, and lessen the heavenly treasure, because it is in an earthen vessel; but poverty of spirit and grace will see, and do see grace inherent in it self, though as the fruit of grace. Cant. 1.5. I am black (O daughters of Jerusalem) but comely, as the tents of Kedar. Vers. 11. While the King sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. The Saints as they make a judgement of Christ and his beauty, so also of themselves; My heart waked. I am sick of love. Psal. 116.16. O Lord, truly I am thy servant. Psal. 63.1. My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth after thee. Psal. 73.25. Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee. Psal. 130.6. My soul waiteth for the Lord, more then they that watch for the morning. So Hezekiah, Isaiah 38.3. Paul,