A65285:1486
A Body of Practical Divinity
A body of practical divinity consisting of above one hundred seventy six sermons on the lesser catechism composed by the reverend assembly of divines at Westminster : with a supplement of some sermons on several texts of Scripture / by Thomas Watson ...
London: printed for Thomas Parkurst, 1692
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Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Secondly. And that brings me to the Second part of the Text, [Greek or Hebrew], and to Dye is Gain.
Secondly. And that brings me to the Second part of the Text, 〈non-Latin alphabet〉, and to Dye is Gain.
Doct. To a Believer Death is great Gain. A Saint can tell what his Losses for Christ are, but he cannot tell how great his Gains are at Death: To me to dye is Gain. Death to a Believer is Crepusculum gloriae, the Day-break of Eternal Brightness. To show fully what a Believers Gains are at Death, were a task too great for an Angel; all Hyperboles fall short; the Reward of Glory exceeds our very Faith. Only let me give you the [Greek or Hebrew] some dark views and imperfect Lineaments of that infinite Glory the Saints shall gain at the Hour of Death: To me to Dye is Gain.
Doct. To a Believer Death is great Gain. A Saint can tell what his Losses for Christ are, but he cannot tell how great his Gains are at Death: To me to dye is Gain. Death to a Believer is Crepusculum gloriae, the Day-break of Eternal Brightness. To shew fully what a Believers Gains are at Death, were a task too great for an Angel; all Hyperboles fall short; the Reward of Glory exceeds our very Faith. Only let me give you the 〈non-Latin alphabet〉 some dark views and imperfect Lineaments of that infinite Glory the Saints shall gain at the Hour of Death: To me to Dye is Gain.
1. Believers at Death shall gain a Writ of Ease from all Sins and Troubles; they shall be in a state of Impeccability: Sin expires with their Life. I think sometimes what an happy state that will be, never to have a sinful Thought more. And they shall have a quietus est from their Troubles. Here David cried out, My Life is spent with Griefs and my Years with Sighing,