2. This incomparable God, calls for incomparable humility, and lowliness of Spirit from us. The height of God must lay man low, and the matchless excellency of God make him base in his own eyes. When we behold our selves in the Glass of those that have little or nothing that is good or praise-worthy, or that have less than our selves, then we spread out our plumes, and are puffed up with pride, and judge our selves comely creatures; but if we would behold our selves in the glass of the Incomparable God, in whose sight the Heavens are unclean, in whose presence Angels veil their faces, to whom ten thousand Suns are perfect darkness, and all the world less than nothing; how should we pluck in our plumes, and abhor ⟨p. 223⟩our selves for our pride. Man never comes to a right knowledge of himself, what a pitiful abominable wretch he is, till he comes to a right knowledge of God, what an excellent incomparable Majesty he is. As when men stand high, and look downward on those below them, that are meaner and viler than themselves, their heads are giddy, and swim with conceitedness, they then are some body in their own opinions; but when they look upwards to the Great God, the Sun, the Soul, the substance of all worth and excellency, that Meagrum or high-mindedness is prevented. The best men upon a sight of God, the incomparable God (though the more excellent he is, the more cause they have of joy, in having so rich a portion, yet) instead of loving, have loathed themselves, and instead of admiring, have abhorred themselves. When Isaiah saw the God of glory sitting on his Throne, in his brightness and beauty, encircled with Millions of celestial Courtiers, covering their faces, (as ashamed of their drops in the presence of the Ocean) and crying Holy, Holy, Holy, (as apprehending his purity beyond all their expressions, and his perfections exceeding ⟨p. 224⟩all their apprehensions) what thoughts had he of himself! O what a poor pitiful contemptible creature did he think himself? yea, what an uncomely, loathsome, abominable creature was he in his own eye? Woe to me, saith he, I am undone, I am a man of unclean lips, for mine eyes have seen the Lord of Hosts, Isa. 6.4, 5.
2. This incomparable God, calls for incomparable humility, and lowliness of Spirit from us. The height of God must lay man low, and the matchless excellency of God make him base in his own eyes. When we behold our selves in the Glass of those that have little or nothing that is good or praise-worthy, or that have less than our selves, then we spread out our plumes, and are puft up with pride, and judge our selves comely creatures; but if we would behold our selves in the glass of the Incomparable God, in whose sight the Heavens are unclean, in whose presence Angels vail their faces, to whom ten thousand Suns are perfect darkness, and all the world less than nothing; how should we pluck in our plumes, and abhor ⟨p. 223⟩our selves for our pride. Man never comes to a right knowledge of himself, what a pitiful abominable wretch he is, till he comes to a right knowledge of God, what an excellent incomparable Majesty he is. As when men stand high, and look downward on those below them, that are meaner and viler than themselves, their heads are giddy, and swim with conceitedness, they then are some body in their own opinions; but when they look upwards to the Great God, the Sun, the Soul, the substance of all worth and excellency, that Meagrum or high-mindedness is prevented. The best men upon a sight of God, the incomparable God (though the more excellent he is, the more cause they have of joy, in having so rich a portion, yet) instead of loving, have loathed themselves, and instead of admiring, have abhor'd themselves. When Isaiah saw the God of glory sitting on his Throne, in his brightness and beauty, encircled with Millions of coelestial Courtiers, covering their faces, (as ashamed of their drops in the presence of the Ocean) and crying Holy, Holy, Holy, (as apprehending his purity beyond all their expressions, and his perfections exceeding ⟨p. 224⟩all their apprehensions) what thoughts had he of himself! O what a poor pitiful contemptible creature did he think himself? yea, what an uncomely, loathsome, abominable creature was he in his own eye? Woe to me, saith he, I am undone, I am a man of unclean lips, for mine eyes have seen the Lord of Hosts, Isa. 6.4, 5.
