A96093:257
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.
That we must mourn for the miseries of the Church.
THE Saints are Members of the body Mystical as well as Political, therefore must be sensible of the injuries of Gods Church. Psal. 137.1. We wept when we remembered Zion. The people of Israel being debarred from the place of public worship, sate by the Rivers weeping; they laid aside all their Musical Instruments. Ver. 2. We hanged our Harps upon the Willows. We were as far from joy, as those Willows were from fruit. Ver. 4. How shall we sing the Lords song in a strange land? we were fitter to weep, than to sing.
THE Saints are Members of the body Mystical as well as Political, therefore must be sensible of the injuries of Gods Church. Psal. 137.1. We wept when we remembred Sion. The people of Israel being debarred from the place of publick worship, sate by the Rivers weeping; they laid aside all their Musical Instruments. Ver. 2. We hanged our Harps upon the Willows. We were as far from joy, as those Willows were from fruit. Ver. 4. How shall we sing the Lords song in a strange land? we were fitter to weep, than to sing.
— Non est conveniens luctibus iste sonus.