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Heaven upon earth, or, The best friend in the worst of times. Delivered in…
Heaven upon earth, or, The best friend in the worst of times. Delivered in several sermons by James Janeway, Minister of the Gospel.
London: printed by T. Milbourn for D. Newman, 1671
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.
many may come and receive, and yet only feed upon a piece of Bread and Drink, two or three spoonfuls of Wine, and and really, if this were all the Provision that a Saint were to have, it were scarce worth so solemn an Invitation: It's possible to come thither to eat and drink your own Damnation, and instead of an affectionate Treatment to be dismissed with a Friend, how comest thou hither, not having on the Wedding Garment. Yet the sensible Hungry burdened Souls, notwithstanding all their fears may come, nay, they must, and its little less than giving ascent to Satan's calumnies which he raiseth against Christ and his ways to forbear; its too ungrateful a Contempt of one of the excellent Cordials which the great Physician hath provided for the recovering, and strengthening of his poor swooning Patients, and in a word, its too like a foolish, being fond of our Sin and Sorrow, when we refuse the comfor-fortable ⟨p. 316⟩Appointment; which the Goodness, and and Wisdom of a Father, the Love, and Tenderness of a Husband, and the Sweetness of the Holy Spirit, doth so freely offer, persuade, command; the Spirit saith, come, and the Bridegroom saith come, and why should not he that is a thirst come thankfully, humbly, speedily. Well now poor weary Soul, what hast thou to say against the excellency of rest? Poor sick Soul, what Fault canst thou find with Ease, Health, and Strength? Poor guilty Soul, that looks upon thy self as next to condemned: What harm would a Pardon, and the public sealing of it do thee? Who would think that man hungry, that had rather eat Ashes than Bread; who would judge that person thirsty, that had rather drink Gall Tears and Wormwood, than the clear refreshing Streams that come from that Rock the Lord Christ: Will you, never believe that Christ invites you, look into the Note that he hath sent out his servants wish, whose Name do I read there: Who are the persons that are invited? of what Rank and Quality? Are they the Great ones of the World? Are they the Learned? Are they the Proud, and Self-conceited Pharisees? Why, I find none of these in the Writing? Who are they then that may come with Confidence to draw water out of these Wells of Consolation. The Poor in Spirit, the Hungry, the Sick, the Wounded, the Lost; these are Pools of Bethesda, where the Angel of the Covenant doth oft descend, and move the Waters;
many may come and receive, and yet only feed upon a piece of Bread and Drink, two or three spoonfuls of Wine, and and really, if this were all the Provision that a Saint were to have, it were scarce worth so solemn an Invitation: It's possible to come thither to eat and drink your own Damnation, and instead of an affectionate Treatment to be dismissed with a Friend, how comest thou hither, not having on the Wedding Garment. Yet the sensible Hungry burthened Souls, notwithstanding all their fears may come, nay, they must, and its little less than giving ascent to Sathans callumnies which he raiseth against Christ and his wayes to forbear; its too ungrateful a Contempt of one of the excellent Cordials which the great Physician hath provided for the recovering, and strengthning of his poor swooning Patients, and in a word, its too like a foolish, being fond of our Sin and Sorrow, when we refuse the comfor-fortable