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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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3. Christ gave his soul to trouble, and to the horror of the second death for you; consult with your heart, if you have quit one lust for him. Christ laid aside his heaven for you; his whole heaven, his whole glory for you, and his Fathers house; ⟨p. 18⟩are you willing to part with an acre of earth, or house, and inheritance for him.
3. Christ gave his soule to trouble, and to the horrour of the second death for you; consult with your heart, if you have quit one lust for him. Christ laid aside his heaven for you; his whole heaven, his whole glory for you, and his Fathers house; ⟨p. 18⟩are you willing to part with an acre of earth, or house, and inheritance for him.
4. In calling us out of the state of sin, to grace and glory; oh I must make this sad reckoning with Jesus Christ. Oh, Christ turneth his smiling face to me, in calling, inviting, obtesting, praying, that I would be reconciled to God, I turn my back to him; he openeth his breast and heart to us, and saith, Friends, Doves, come in and dwell in the holes of this rock; and we lift our heel against him. O what guilt is here to scratch Christs breast? when he willeth you to come, and lay head and heart on his breast; this unkindness to Christs troubled soul, is more then sin: sin is but a transgression of the Law. I grant it is an infinite But. But 'its a transgression of both Law and Love, to spurn against the warm bowels of Love, to spit on grace, on tenderness of infinite Love. The white and ruddy, the fairest of heaven, offereth to kiss Black-Moors on earth, they will not come near to him. 'Its a heart of Flint and Adamant, that spitteth at Evangelic love:1 Law-Love is Love; Evangelic love is more then love, 'its the Gold, the flour of Christs Wheat, and of his finest Love.