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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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Seventhly, Assurance will sweeten the thoughts of death, and all the1 aches, pains, weaknesses, sicknesses, and diseases, that are the fore-runners of it; yea, it will make a man look and long for that day, it will make a man fickle of his absence from Christ, it makes a man smile upon the King of ⟨p. 260⟩terrors, it makes a man laugh at the shaking of the Spear, at the noise of the battle, at the garments of the2 Warriors rolled in blood; it made the Martyrs to complement with Lions, to dare and tire their persecutors, to kiss the stake, to sing, and clap their hands in the flames, to tread upon hot burning coals, as upon Beds of Roses.
Seventhly, Assurance will sweeten the thoughts of death, and all the1 aches, pains, weaknesses, sicknesses, and diseases, that are the fore-runners of it; yea, it will make a man look and long for that day, it will make a man fick of his absence from Christ, it makes a man smile upon the King of ⟨p. 260⟩terrors, it makes a man laugh at the shaking of the Spear, at the noise of the battel, at the garments of the2 Warriors rolled in blood; it made the Martyrs to complement with Lions, to dare and tire their persecutors, to kiss the stake, to sing, and clap their hands in the flames, to tread upon hot burning coals, as upon Beds of Roses.
- 1Nemo ante s•nera f•lin. Solon.
- 2Isa 9. 5, 6. Nazianzen said to the King of Terrors, Devour me, devour me. Death cures all diseases, the aching head, and the unbelieving heart. Ultimus morborum medicus mors.