A treatise of the incomparableness of God in his being, attributes, works and word…

This is heaven it self, the very heaven of heavens; for it is not the place, but his presence which makes heaven to be heaven. In thy presence is fullness of joy, and at thy right hand are pleasures for evermore, ⟨p. 300⟩Psal. 16. ult. Once more; this is the highest, the chiefest, the greatest gift, which the infinite God can give to thee. When he giveth thee riches and honours and friends and relations, he can give thee greater things; when he giveth thee Sacraments and Sabbaths and seasons of grace, he can give thee greater things; when he giveth thee pardon of sin, peace of conscience, the graces of his Spirit, he giveth thee great things, but yet he can give thee greater: but when he giveth thee himself, he giveth thee the greatest gift that himself (though infinite in bounty) can give. O how sweet is that term of propriety, My God, My God. The Redeemer himself rolled in his mouth over and over, as if he could never suck out the sweetness in it, Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the house of my God, and I will write on him the name of my God, and the name of the City of my God, which is the new Jerusalem, which cometh down from my God, Rev. 3.12. David dwells on it as one unwilling to leave it, Psal. 18.1, 2.

This is heaven it self, the very heaven of heavens; for it is not the place, but his presence which makes heaven to be heaven. In thy presence is fulness of joy, and at thy right hand are pleasures for evermore, ⟨p. 300⟩Psal. 16. ult. Once more; this is the highest, the chiefest, the greatest gift, which the infinite God can give to thee. When he giveth thee riches and honours and friends and relations, he can give thee greater things; when he giveth thee Sacraments and Sabbaths and seasons of grace, he can give thee greater things; when he giveth thee pardon of sin, peace of conscience, the graces of his Spirit, he giveth thee great things, but yet he can give thee greater: but when he giveth thee himself, he giveth thee the greatest gift that himself (though infinite in bounty) can give. O how sweet is that term of propriety, My God, My God. The Redeemer himself rowl'd in his mouth over and over, as if he could never suck out the sweetness in it, Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the house of my God, and I will write on him the name of my God, and the name of the City of my God, which is the new Jerusalem, which cometh down from my God,