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The works of George Swinnock, M.A
The works of George Swinnock, M.A. containing these several treatises ...
London: printed by J.B. for Tho. Parkhurst, 1665
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11. Its Principal Efficient cause, is the glorious and supreme Majesty of Heaven and Earth, the Spring and Fountain of all excellency and perfection; All Scripture is given by inspiration of God. Its the Word of the Lord, the Breath of his Mouth, the Law of his Lips; whoever were the Pens or Scribes, his Mind indicted, and his Hand wrote every sentence in it. What a word must that be, which is the result of infinite• wisdom? How precious are those Tables which are the writing of God himself? How glorious is that beam of light which was darted from this Sun to whom a whole Firmament of Suns were worse then perfect darkness? If the breath of a man be so sweet that his doctrine drop as the rain, and his speech distil as the dew; If the heart of a man can indict a good matter, and his tongue resemble the pen of a ready writer; O what is the speech of the tongue of a God! Never man spake as he spake, his enemies themselves being judges. 2The Queen of Sheba came from the utmost parts of the earth, to hear the wisdom of Solomon, and blessed those Servants that waited at his Table and heard his wisdom; But lo, O my soul! A greater then Solomon is here; How blessed are they that wait at his Gates, and that watch at the Posts of his doors!
11. Its Principal Efficient cause, is the glorious and supreme Majesty of Heaven and Earth, the Spring and Fountain of all excellency and perfection; All Scripture is given by inspiration of God. Its the Word of the Lord, the Breath of his Mouth, the Law of his Lips; whoever were the Pens or Scribes, his Mind indicted, and his Hand wrot every sentence in it. What a word must that be, which is the result of infinite• wisdom? How precious are those Tables which are the writing of God himself? How glorious is that beam of light which was darted from this Sun to whom a whole Firmament of Suns were worse then perfect darkness? If the breath of a man be so sweet that his doctrine drop as the rain, and his speech distil as the dew; If the heart of a man can indict a good matter, and his tongue resemble the pen of a ready writer; O what is the speech of the tongue of a God! Never man spake as he spake, his enemies themselves being judges.