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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.
THE Unsearchable Riches OF CHRIST.THE Ʋnsearchable Riches OF CHRIST.
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, but weak Saints may say, Sir, We judge that there is weight in what you say, to provoke us to thankfulness: But did we know that we had true Grace, though it were never so little, though it were but as the grain of Mustard-seed, we would be thankful. But this is our condition, we live between fears, and hopes; one day hoping we shall to heaven, and be happy for ever: Another day we are fearing that we shall to hell, and miscarry for ever: And thus we are up and down, backward and forward; sometimes we believe we have grace, and at other times we doubt we have none. Sometimes we have a little light, and suddenly our Sun is clouded; one day we are ready to say with David, The Lord is our portion; and the next day we are ready to complain with Jonah, that ⟨p. 100⟩we are cast out from the presence of the Lord.
I, but weak Saints may say, Sir, We judge that there is weight in what you say, to provoke us to thankefullnesse: But did we know that we had true Grace, though it were never so little, though it were but as the graine of Mustard-seed, we would be thankefull. But this is our condition, we live betweene feares, and hopes; one day hoping we shall to heaven, and be happy for ever: Another day we are fearing that we shall to hell, and miscarry for ever: And thus we are up and downe, backward and forward; sometimes we believe we have grace, and at other times we doubt we have none. Sometimes we have a little light, and suddenly our Sun is clouded; one day we are ready to say with David, The Lord is our portion; and the next day we are ready to complaine with Jonah, that ⟨p. 100⟩we are cast out from the presence of the Lord.
Me-thinks I hear a weak Saint saying thus to me. Sir, I would fain have an end put to this controversy that ha's been long in my soul, viz. Whether I have grace, or no; and if you please I will tell you what I find, and so humbly desire your judgement and opinion upon the whole.