The saints delight. To which is annexed a treatise of meditation

Pindar saith, it was an opinion of the people in ancient times, that Jupiter rained down gold upon the City of Rhodes: Give me leave to apply it to you, God hath rained down golden showers upon you. What mercies hath he enriched you with? what ⟨image 7⟩talents hath he entrusted you with? your estate is a talent, your health (in these sickly times especially) is a talent, your Sanctuary-blessings are talents, every motion of the Spirit, every opportunity for heaven is a talent, and nothing more sure than that you will be called to an account shortly^*; now if you have let your talents lie rusting, and done no good with them, the hiding your talents will not hide your sin, expect an heavy doom. Think not these things impertinences. Be not so evil, as to be too good to be advised. I confess my self with Ignatius, the least of all that labour in Gods vineyard, ⟨image 7⟩but though I am with you in weakness, yet as the Apostle saith, in much trembling^*. I tremble to think how sad it will be, if any of you shall perish in these days of the Gospel, though you have been placed under a trumpet, less shrill and powerful. It shall be my prayer for you all, that you may be fruit-bearing trees, that when the great Vinedresser shall remove you hence by death, he may transplant you into the celestial Paradise.

Pindar saith, it was an opinion of the people in ancient times, that Jupiter rain'd down gold upon the City of Rhodes: Give me leave to apply it to you, God hath rain'd down golden showers upon you. What mercies hath he enrich'd you with? what ⟨image 7⟩talents hath he entrusted you with? your estate is a talent, your health (in these sickly times especially) is a talent, your Sanctuary-blessings are talents, every motion of the Spirit, every opportunity for heaven is a talent, and nothing more sure than that you will be called to an account shortly^*; now if you have let your talents lie rusting, and done no good with them, the hiding your talents will not hide your sin, expect an heavy doome. Think not these things impertinencies. Be not so evil, as to be too good to be advised. I confesse my felf with Ignatius, the least of all that labour in Gods vineyard,