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Heaven on Earth
Heaven on earth or a serious discourse touching a well-grounded assurance of mens everlasting happiness and blessedness. Discovering the nature of assurance, the possibility of attaining it, the causes, springs, and degrees of it, with the resolution of several weighty questions. By Thomas Brooks, preacher of the Gospel at Margarets Fishstreet-Hill.Heaven on earth or a serious discourse touching a wel-grounded assurance of mens everlasting happiness and blessedness. Discovering the nature of assurance, the possibility of attaining it, the causes, springs, and degrees of it, with the resolution of several weighty questions. By Thomas Brooks, preacher of the Gospel at Margarets Fishstreet-Hill.
London: printed by R.I. for John Hancock, 1654
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First, That they may not be swallowed up of sorrow, nor give up the ghost under the pangs and throws of the new birth: Ah, did not the Lord set in some beams of love upon the soul, when it is (magor Missabib) a ⟨p. 81⟩terror to its self, when the heart is a hell of horror, the conscience an1 Aceldama, a Field of black blood, when the soul is neither quiet at home, nor abroad, neither at Bed, nor Board, neither in company, nor out of company, neither in the use of Ordinances, nor in the neglect of Ordinances, how would the soul faint, sink, and despair for ever? But now when it is thus night with the soul, the Lord sweetly comes in, and tells the soul, that all is well, that he hath found a ransom for2 the soul, that the Books are crossed, that all debts are discharged, and that his favour and love upon the soul is fixed: And so God by his sweet and still voice, speaking thus to the soul, quiets and satisfies it, and keeps it from sinking and despairing.
First, That they may not be swallowed up of sorrow, nor give up the ghost under the pangs and throws of the new birth: Ah, did not the Lord set in some beams of love upon the soul, when it is (magor Missabib) a ⟨p. 81⟩terrour to its self, when the heart is a hell of horrour, the conscience an1 Acheldema, a Field of black blood, when the soul is neither quiet at home, nor abroad, neither at Bed, nor Board, neither in company, nor out of company, neither in the use of Ordinances, nor in the neglect of Ordinances, how would the soul faint, sink, and despair for ever? But now when it is thus night with the soul, the Lord sweetly comes in, and tells the soul, that all is well, that he hath found a ransom for2 the soul, that the Books are crost, that all debts are discharged, and that his favor and love upon the soul is fixed: And so God by his sweet and still voice, speaking thus to the soul, quiets and satisfies it, and keeps it from sinking and despairing.