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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.
Well, is this all? No Sir, I crave your patience to hear me in one thing more. What's that, O weak Christian? ⟨p. 103⟩Why, that is this.
Well, is this all? No Sir, I crave your patience to heare me in one thing more. What's that, O weake Christian? ⟨p. 103⟩Why, that is this.
That I prize persons and things according to the spiritualness §VIIIand holiness that is in them; and the more spiritual and holy any man or thing is, the more is that man and thing prized by my soul. I have often thought of that sweet word, Psal. 119. 104. Thy word is very pure, therefore doth thy 1servant love it. Other men love it, because of the profit they get by it; or because of a name, or this, or that, but I love it for the purity, for the holiness, and the cleanness of it. No preaching (saith the weak Saint) nor no praying, nor no talking, nor no society that likes me, and is sweet to me, but that that's most spiritual, most holy. It is not an Exercise tricked and trimmed up, with wit, learning, and eloquence; 'tis not the hanging of truths ears with counterfeit Pearls, that takes me; but the more plainness, spiritualness, and holiness I see in an Exercise, the more is my heart raised to prize it, and love it. And therefore, saith the weak Saint, because Christ is perfectly and infinitely holy above all others, I prize Christ above all. Ordinances are sweet, O but Christ is more sweet to my soul; Saints are precious, but Christ is far more precious; Heaven is glorious, but Christ is infinitely more glorious. The first thing that I would ask, if I might have it, saith the weak Saint, is Christ. And the next thing that I would ask, if I might have it, is more of Christ. And the last