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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.
For the further clearing of this, I will instance in a gift of Waiting; where this gift is, it brings a man within the compass of Gods Promise of eternal mercy. And had a man (as in a deserted state it often falls out) nothing under heaven to show for his happiness, but only a waiting frame, this ought to bear him up from fainting and sinking. When the soul saith, My sun is set, my day is turned into night, my light into darkness, and my rejoicing into mourning, &c. Oh! I have lost the comforting presence of God, I have lost the quickening presence of God, I have lost the supporting presence of God, I have lost the encouraging presence of God, &c. and when I shall recover these sad losses, I know not. All that I can say, is this, That God keeps me in a waiting frame, weeping and knocking at the door of mercy. Now I say, This waiting temper brings the soul within the compass of the Promise of Eternal mercy: And certainly such a soul shall not miscarry. Take three Promises for this.
For the further clearing of this, I will instance in a gift of Waiting; where this gift is, it brings a man within the compasse of Gods Promise of eternall mercy. And had a man (as in a deserted state it often falls out) nothing under heaven to shew for his happinesse, but onely a waiting frame, this ought to bear him up from fainting and sinking. When the soule saith, My sun is set, my day is turned into night, my light into darknesse, and my rejoycing into mourning, &c. Oh! I have lost the comforting presence of God, I have lost the quickening presence of God, I have lost the supporting presence of God, I have lost the incouraging presence of God, &c. and when I shall recover these sad losses, I know not. All that I can say, is this, That God keeps me in a waiting frame, weeping and knocking at the door of mercy. Now I say, This waiting temper brings the soule within the compasse of the Promise of Eternall mercy: And certainly such a soule shall not miscarry. Take three Promises for this.
In Isa. 40. ult. They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings as Eagles, they shall run, and not be weary, and they shall walk, and not faint. (The mercy is the waiting-mans, but the waiting-man must give God leave to time his mercy for him.) So in