A96109:155
The saints delight. To which is annexed a treatise of meditation
The saints delight. To which is annexed a treatise of meditation. / By Thomas Watson, minister of Stephens Walbrook in the city of London. Imprimatur, Edm. Calamy.
London: printed by T.R. & E.M. for Ralph Smith, 1657
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1The second subject of meditation, is, Meditate upon the promises of God. *The promises ⟨p. 86⟩are flowers growing in the paradise of Scripture, meditation, like the Bee sucks out the sweetness of them. The promises are of no use or comfort to us, till they are meditated upon. For as the Roses hanging in the garden, may give a fragrant redolency, yet their sweet water is distilled only by the fire; so the promises are sweet in reading over, but the water of these Roses, the spirits and quintessence of the promises are distilled into the soul only by meditation. The Incense, when it is pounded and beaten, smells sweetest. Meditating on a promise, like the beating of the Incense, makes it most odoriferous and pleasant; The promises may be compared to a golden Mine, which then only enricheth, when the gold is digged out; by holy meditation we dig out that spiritual gold which lies hid in the Mine of the promise, and so we come to be enriched. ⟨p. 87⟩Cardan saith, there's no precious stone, but hath some hidden virtue in it. They are called precious promises, 2 Pet. 1.4. When they are applied by meditation, then their virtue appears, and they become precious indeed. There are three sorts of promises which we should chiefly meditate upon.
1THe second subject of meditatation, is, Meditate upon the promises of God. *The promises ⟨p. 86⟩are flowers growing in the paradise of Scripture, meditation, like the Bee sucks out the sweetness of them. The promises are of no use or comfort to us, till they are meditated upon. For as the Roses hanging in the garden, may give a fragrant redolency, yet their sweet water is distilled only by the fire; so the promises are sweet in reading over, but the water of these Roses, the spirits and quintescence of the promises are distill'd into the soule onely by meditation. The Incense, when it is pounded and beaten, smells sweetest. Meditating on a promise, like the beating of the Incense, makes it most odoriferous and pleasant; The promises may be compar'd to a golden Mine, which then only enricheth, when the gold is digged out; by holy meditation we digge out that spiritual gold which lies hid in the Mine of the promise, and so we come to be enriched.