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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.
2. The comforts God gives his Mourners, are unmixed; they are not tempered with any bitter ingredients; worldly comforts are like wine that runs dregs; there is that guilt within checks and corrodes; in midst of laughter the heart is sad, Prov: 14.13. Queen Mary once said, if she were opened, they would find Calais lying at her heart; if the breast of a sinner were anatomized and opened, you would find a worm gnawing at his heart; guilt is a Wolf which feeds in the breast of his comfort; a sinner may have a smiling countenance, but a chiding conscience; his mirth is like the mirth of a man in debt, who is every hour in fear of arresting; the comforts of wicked men are spiced with bitterness, they are worm-wood wine.
2. The comforts God gives his Mourners, are unmixed; they are not tempered with any bitter ingredients; worldly comforts are like wine that runs dregs; there is that guilt within checks and corrodes; in midst of laughter the heart is sad, Prov: 14.13. Queen Mary once said, if she were opened, they would find Callis lying at her heart; if the breast of a sinner were anatomized and opened, you would find a worm gnawing at his heart; guilt is a Wolf which feeds in the breast of his comfort; a sinner may have a smiling countenance, but a chiding conscience; his mirth is like the mirth of a man in debt, who is every houre in fear of arresting; the comforts of wicked men are spiced with bitterness, they are worm-wood wine.
Hi sunt qui trepidant, & ad omnia fulgura pallent,1 Cum tonat exanimes, primo quoque murmure coelum —
- 1Hor.