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The Christian's charter showing the privileges of a believerThe Christian's charter shewing the priviledges of a believer
The Christian's charter showing the privileges of a believer by Thomas Watson.The Christian's charter shewing the priviledges of a believer by Thomas Watson.
London: printed by T.R. & E.M. for Ralph Smith, 1654
THE CHRISTIANS Charter. › Chapter 9: The fourth Prerogative Royal.
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.
2. It is infinitely satisfying; there is no vacuity, or indigency, This Encomium can be given ⟨p. 136⟩properly of nothing but heaven. You that Court the world for honour, and preferment, remember, the creature saith concerning satisfaction It is not in me. The world is made in manner of a circle, the heart in manner of a Triangle; a circle can never fill a triangle; heaven only is commensurate to the vast desires of the soul. Here the Christian cries out in a divine ecstasy, I have enough, my Saviour, I have enough. Thou shalt make them drink of the Rivers of thy pleasures*, not drops, but rivers; and these only can quench the thirst. It shall be every day festival in Heaven; there is no want at a feast. There shall be excellency shining in its perfection*. The world is but a Jail, the body is the Fetter with which the soul is bound; if there be any thing in a Jail to delight, what is the Palace and the Throne, what is Heaven? If we ⟨p. 137⟩meet with any comfort in Mount Horeb, what is in Mount Zion? All the world is like a Landscape, you may see Orchards and Gardens curiously drawn in the Landscape, but you cannot enter into them; you may enter into this heavenly Paradise, 2 Pet. 1. ver. 11. For so an entrance shall be made abundantly into the everlasting Kingdom, &c. Here is soul-satisfaction.
2. It is infinitely satisfying; there is no vacuity, or indigency, This Encomium can be given ⟨p. 136⟩properly of nothing but heaven. You that Court the world for honour, and preferment, remember, the creature saith concerning satisfaction It is not in me. The world is made in manner of a circle, the heart in manner of a Triangle; a circle can never fill a triangle; heaven only is commensurate to the vast desires of the soul. Here the Christian cries out in a divine extasie, I have enough, my Saviour, I have enough. Thou shalt make them drink of the Rivers of thy pleasures