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A heavenly conference between Christ and Mary after His resurrection. Wherein the intimate familiarity,…
A heavenly conference between Christ and Mary after His resurrection. Wherein the intimate familiarity, and near relation between Christ and a believer is discovered.
London: printed for John Rothwel, 1654
A heavenly Discourse between Christ and Mary after his Resurrection.
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.
One at the head, the other at the feet of the body of Jesus. And they sate there; it was a time of peace; peace was made between Heaven and Earth, God and man, and here is a posture of peace, They sate quietly. In Christ, Angels, and we are at one, God, and we, and all. There is a recapitulation, and gathering of all things 1in Heaven and Earth.
1The Angels they attended on Christ in all the passages of his life & death, till they brought him to heaven. They brought news of his birth, comforted him in his agony, they were at his resurrection, and you see here they attend. At his ascension they accompany him. And as they did to the head, so they will to the Members. In our Infancy they take charge of our tender years, in our dangers they pitch their tents about us; in our deaths, they carry our souls to Abraham's bosom, a place of happiness. At ⟨p. 4⟩our Resurrection their Office is to gather our bodies together. That service and attendance they afforded the head, they afford to the Members, to mystical Christ, as well as natural. Therefore let us comfort our selves in the service they did to Christ.
1The Angels they attended on Christ in all the passages of his life & death, till they brought him to heaven. They brought news of his birth, comforted him in his agony, they were at his resurrection, and you see here they attend. At his ascension they accompany him. And as they did to the head, so they will to the Members. In our Infancy they take charge of our tender years, in our dangers they pitch their tents about us; in our deaths, they carry our souls to Abrahams bosome, a place of happiness. At