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The beatitudes
The beatitudes: or A discourse upon part of Christs famous Sermon on the Mount. Whereunto is added Christs various fullness. The preciousness of the soul. The souls malady and cure. The beauty of grace. The spiritual watch. The heavenly race. The sacred anchor. The trees of righteousness. The perfume of love. The good practitioner. By Thomas Watson, minister of the word at Stephens Walbrook in the city of London.The beatitudes: or A discourse upon part of Christs famous Sermon on the Mount. Wherunto is added Christs various fulnesse. The preciousnesse of the soul. The souls malady and cure. The beauty of grace. The spiritual watch. The heavenly race. The sacred anchor. The trees of righteousnesse. The perfume of love. The good practitioner. By Thomas Watson, minister of the word at Stephens Walbrook in the city of London.
London: printed for Ralph Smith, 1660
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.
1. In our sins; as that sick child, 2 Kings 4.19. ⟨p. 332⟩He said unto his father, my head, my head! as soon as he found himself not well, he ran to his father to succour him: So in case of sin, Run to God, My heart, my heart! O this dead heart, Father quicken it; this hard heart, Father soften it; Father, my heart, my heart!
1. In our sins; as that sick childe, 2 Kings 4.19. ⟨p. 332⟩He said unto his father, my head, my head! assoon as he found himself not well, he ran to his father to succour him: So in case of sin, Run to God, My heart, my heart! O this dead heart, Father quicken it; this hard heart, Father soften it; Father, my heart, my heart!
2. In our tentations: A child, when another strikes him, runs to his Father and complains; so when the Devil strikes us by his temptations, let us run to our Father; Father, Satan assaults, and hurls in his fiery darts; he would not only wound my peace, but thy glory; Father, take off the Tempter; 'tis thy child that is worried by this red Dragon; Father, wilt not thou bruise Satan under my feet! What a sweet privilege is this, when any burden lies upon our spirits, we may go to our Father, and unload all our cares and griefs into his bosom!
2. In our tentations: A childe, when another strikes him, runs to his Father and complains; so when the Devil strikes us by his temptations, let us run to our Father; Father, Satan assaults, and hurles in his fiery darts; he would not only wound my peace, but thy glory; Father, take off the Tempter; 'tis thy childe that is worried by this red Dragon; Father, wilt not thou bruise Satan under my feet! What a sweet priviledge is this, when any burden lies upon our spirits, we may go to our Father, and unload all our cares and griefs into his bosome!