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The Christian-man's calling: or, A treatise of making religion ones business. Wherein the nature…
The Christian-man's calling: or, A treatise of making religion ones business. Wherein the nature and necessity of it is discovered. : As also the Christian directed how he may perform it in [brace] religious duties, natural actions, his particular vocation, his family directions, and his own recreations. / By George Swinnock ...
London: printed for T.P., 1662
Treatise › Chapter 21: How to exercise our selves to godliness on a Lords Day.
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.
Every thing is beautiful in its season: Private duties are beautiful, and in season every day; but public Ordinances are never so lovely and beautiful, because never so much in their prime and season, as on a Lords Day.
Every thing is beautiful in its season: Private duties are beautiful, and in season every day; but publique Ordinances are never so lovely and beautiful, because never so much in their prime and season, as on a Lords Day.
In public Worship, God receiveth the highest praises: I will praise thee in the great Congregations, Psal. 29.9. In his Temple doth every one speak of his glory. I had gone with the multitude to the House of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holy day, Psal. 42.4. The gracious God is pleased to esteem it his glory to have many Beggars thronging at the beautiful gate of his Temple for Spiritual and Corporal alms. What an honour is it to our great Landlord, that multitudes of Tenants flock together to his house, to pay their rent of Thanks and Worship for their All which they hold of him! How loud and lovely is the noise of many golden Trumpets! Good Lord, what an echo do they make in Heavens ⟨p. 358⟩ears! 1When many skilful Musicians play in consort, with well-tuned and prepared Instruments, the Music cannot but be ravishing to God himself. Methinks its a notable resemblance of the sweet melody which is made by the Celestial Quire above, Psal. 68.26. Bless ye God in the Congregation, even the Lord, from the fountain of Israel: for he loveth the gates of Zion, above all the dwellings of Jacob, Psal. 87.2