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A Divine Cordial
A divine cordial, or, The transcendent privilege of those that love God and are savingly called published by Thomas Watson ...A divine cordial, or, The transcendent priviledge of those that love God and are savingly called published by Thomas Watson ...
London: printed for Tho. Parkhurst, 1663
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.
4. We love Gods picture, we love his Image shining in the Saints, 1 John 5.1. He that loves him that begat, loves him also that is begotten of him. 'Tis possible to love a Saint, yet not love him as a Saint; we may love him for something else, for his ingenuity, because he is affable and bountiful. A beast loves a man, but not quatenus homo, as he is a man, but because he feeds him, and gives him provender. But to love a Saint as he is a Saint, this is a sign of love to God. If we love a Saint for his Saint-ship, as having something of God in him, then we love him in these four Cases.
4. We love Gods picture, we love his Image shining in the Saints, 1 Iohn 5.1. He that loves him that begat, loves him also that is begotten of him. 'Tis possible to love a Saint, yet not love him as a Saint; we may love him for something else, for his ingenuity, because he is affable and bountiful. A beast loves a man, but not quatenus homo, as he is a man, but because he feeds him, and gives him provinder. But to love a Saint as he is a Saint, this is a sign of love to God. If we love a Saint for his Saint-ship, as having something of God in him, then we love him in these four Cases.
1. We love a Saint though he be poor. A man that loves gold, loves a piece of gold though it be in a rag: So though a Saint be in rags, we love him, because there is aliquid Christi, something of Christ in him.
2. We love a Saint though he hath many personal failings. There is no perfection here; in some, rash anger prevails; in some, inconstancy; in some, too much love of the world. A Saint in this life is like gold in the ore, much dross of infirmity cleaves to him, yet we love him for the grace that is in him. A Saint is like a fair face with a scar: We love the beautiful face of holiness, though there be a scar in it. The best Emerald hath its blemishes,