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The holy longing
The holy longing: or, The saints desire to be with Christ: delivered in a sermon at Al-hallows Lombard-street, Aug. 24. 1658. At the funeral of Mr. Jacob Stock. / By Thomas Watson minister of Stephens Walbrook in the city of London.The holy longing: or, The saints desire to be with Christ: delivered in a sermon at Al-hallows Lumbard-street, Aug. 24. 1658. At the funeral of Mr. Jacob Stock. / By Thomas Watson minister of Stephens Walbrook in the city of London.
London: printed by E.M. for Ralph Smith, 1659
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Heman grew distracted upon the suspension of Gods favour, Psal. 88. 16. While I suffer thy terrors, I am distracted; but death will free from desertion: a believer after death shall never see any more Eclipses; God will draw aside the Curtain, and pull off his veil, and the soul shall be for ever sunning it self in the light of Gods countenance.
Heman grew distracted upon the suspension of Gods favour, Psal. 88. 16. While I suffer thy terrors, I am distracted; but death will free from desertion: a believer after death shall never see any more Eclipses; God will draw aside the Curtain, and pull off his vail, and the soul shall be for ever sunning it self in the light of Gods countenance.
8. Death will put an end to the imperfections of nature. Our natural knowledge is very imperfect; the most perceptive, intelligent person, may say as Agur, Prov. 30. 2. I have not the understanding of a man. Since the fall, the lamp of reason burns dim; there are many arcana naturae, knots in nature that we cannot untie. Why Nilus should overflow in summer, ⟨p. 25⟩when by the course of nature waters are lowest; why the Load-Stone should incline to the pole star; why the Sea should be higher than the earth, yet not drown it. How the bones grow in the womb, Eccles. 11. 5. Many of these things are riddles and paradoxes; by eating of the Tree of knowledge, we have lost the key of knowledge; *how are we maimed in our intellectuals! by the fall we have lost our head-piece; there are some diseases which would make Galen's head ache to find out. The River Euripus was too deep for Aristotle; the Poet could say, Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas.