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The Unsearchable Riches of Christ
Ton anexichniaston plouton [sic] tou Christou. The unsearchable riches of Christ. Or, Meat for strong men. Milk [for] babes. Held for th in twenty-two sermons from Ephesians 3.8. By Thomas Brooks, preacher of the Word at Margarets New-Fishstreet.Ton anexichniaston plouton [sic] tou Christou. The unsearchable riches of Christ. Or, Meat for strong men. Milke [for] babes. Held for th in twenty-two sermons from Ephesians 3.8. By Thomas Brookes, preacher of the Word at Margarets New-Fishstreet.
London: printed by Mary Simmons for John Hancock, 1655
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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.
I take pleasure. The Greek word is an emphatical word, 1it is the same word that God the father uses to express his infinite delight in his Son, Mat. 3. ult. This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased: Or, In whom I am infinitely delighted. The same word the Apostle uses to express the wonderful delight that he took under all his sufferings; he rejoices & leaps under all his burdens. Oh but now a soul that is poor in grace, he cannot bear a burden, without a burden; every light affliction turns him, & sinks him; every Mole-hill is a mountain; every scratch on the hand, is a stab at the heart; every wave is a sea, and the poor Christian sighs and groans, and cries out, O no sorrow to my sorrow, no loss to my loss, no cross to my cross; but souls rich in grace act quite contrary, as hath been hinted, and proved, &c.
I take pleasure. The Greek word is an emphaticall word, 1it is the same word that God the father uses to expresse his infinite delight in his Son, Mat. 3. ult. This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased: Or, In whom I am infinitely delighted. The same word the Apostle uses to expresse the wonderfull delight that he took under all his sufferings; he rejoyces & leaps under all his burdens. Oh but now a soul that is poor in grace, he cannot bear a burden, without a burden; every light affliction turns him, & sinks him; every Mole-hill is a mountaine; every scratch on the hand, is a stab at the heart; every wave is a sea, and the poore Christian sighes and groanes, and cryes out, O no sorrow to my sorrow, no losse to my losse, no crosse to my crosse; but soules rich in grace act quite contrary, as hath been hinted, and proved, &c.
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