I wonder at the patience of some choice Christians, that hold their tongues when others revile them, and their hands when others assault them, and do not wonder at the patience of my God, when their injuries are nothing to his, either for nature or number; and their patience to his far less then the smallest Drop to the Ocean. O my soul, how wilt thou be able to answer for this senseless stupidity! Must the Candles of creatures ⟨p. 484⟩be gazed at with amazement, and thy God alone be neglected! Is a beam of the Sun worthy of such admiration, and not its glorious body worthy of much more? Wilt thou not value a pearl of such infinite price, and disesteem all the meekness and forbearance of men, in comparison of the patience of thy God? O where is thy judgement, that thou val•est so little such unsearchable riches, that thou dost not cry out, O the height, and depth, and length, and breadth of the forbearance of God? Where are thy affections, that they do not cling about it, cleave to it, close with it, delight in its presence, and desire its continuance? Where is thy heart, that it doth not taste its sweetness, smell its savour, love its gracious Author, and meditate on its precious nature, and pleasant effects night and day? Where are my spiritual senses, that they are not conversant about so worthy an object? I cannot open mine eyes, but I may behold it in every thing that is visible: The food, and raiment, and life, and health, and strength, and liberty, that I and others enjoy, present the patience of God unto me. Every friend I converse with, every drunkard and unclean person and atheist, yea, every man I meet, tells me, God is patient. The Oaths, and Curses, and Murders; and Adulteries, and Blasphemies, and Profaneness of wicked men cry aloud in mine ears, that God is patient. The persecutions, and oppressions, and prayers, and cries, and tears of good men, proclaim to my conscience, that God is patient. The Sabbaths and Ordinances, and seasons of grace, and offers of pardon and life, which both good and bad enjoy, speak plainly and distinctly, The Lord is patient. ⟨p. 485⟩O that mine eyes could see it, mine ears hear it, my mouth taste it, my mind discern it, and my soul relish it in all these!
I wonder at the patience of some choice Christians, that hold their tongues when others revile them, and their hands when others assault them, and do not wonder at the patience of my God, when their injuries are nothing to his, either for nature or number; and their patience to his far less then the smallest Drop to the Ocean. O my soul, how wilt thou be able to answer for this sensless stupidity! Must the Candles of creatures ⟨p. 484⟩be gazed at with amazement, and thy God alone be neglected! Is a beam of the Sun worthy of such admiration, and not its glorious body worthy of much more? Wilt thou not value a pearl of such infinite price, and disesteem all the meekness and forbearance of men, in comparison of the patience of thy God? O where is thy judgement, that thou val•est so little such unsearchable riches, that thou dost not cry out, O the height, and depth, and length, and bredth of the forbearance of God? Where are thy affections, that they do not cling about it, cleave to it, close with it, delight in its presence, and desire its continuance? Where is thy heart, that it doth not taste its sweetness, smell its savour, love its gracious Author, and meditate on its precious nature, and pleasant effects night and day? Where are my spiritual senses, that they are not conversant about so worthy an object? I cannot open mine eyes, but I may behold it in every thing that is visible: The food, and raiment, and life, and health, and strength, and liberty, that I and others enjoy, present the patience of God unto me. Every friend I converse with, every drunkard and unclean person and atheist, yea, every man I meet, tells me, God is patient. The Oaths, and Curses, and Murthers; and Adulteries, and Blasphemies, and Prophaness of wicked men cry aloud in mine ears, that God is patient. The persecutions, and oppressions, and prayers, and cries, and tears of good men, proclaim to my conscience, that God is patient. The Sabbaths and Ordinances, and seasons of grace, and offers of pardon and life, which both good and bad enjoy, speak plainly and distinctly, The Lord is patient. ⟨p. 485⟩O that mine eyes could see it, mine ears hear it, my mouth taste it, my mind discern it, and my soul rell•sh it in all these!