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tempt thee, Gardens will not entice thee, Gold will not dazle thee, the greatness of the World will affect thee no more than Pebles; the glittering Diamond will make no impreffions on thee, and all thy wants and neceffities, will be fully fupplied by an immortality of Joy, and Glory. Here the warm Sun of Profperity makes thee fometimes forget, and neglect the great work of thy Salvation, makes thee apt to grow weary of Fasting and Prayer, and Mortification, and Self-denial, and apt to yield unto Satans Temptations; but there the Tempter must tempt thee no more, he dares not fully those Crystalline walks with his steps, he dares not come near that Holy place, it's paft his skill how to incommode, or moleft, a glorified Spirit. Here, often like Jonas, thou fittest rejoycing under thy Gourd, or Vine, and while thou art folacing thy felf, the Gourd withers, and the Sun fcorches thy Body, and thou growest faint; there this annoyance will have an end, there thou wilt live above the Sun, and that which is now thy Ceiling, fhall be then thy Footstool, On Earth, when Chrift is pleased to communicate himself unto thee, it's here a little, and there a little, and he gives thee but fprinklings of his Grace, for while thou art in this Tabernacle of Flesh, thou art not capacious enough to receive or entertain that stupendous Light in its full Vertue, and Power, and Majesty; but when thy Veffel of Clay, thy Body fhall be fhatter'd into Duft, and Atomes, and thou

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thou shalt be freed from thy Prison, and live Jike thy felf, all Understanding, all Intellect, all Spirit, the Sun that shines in the highest Heavens, and irradiates the Throne of God, even the Lord Jefus Christ, will then reveal himself to thee in his full fplendour and glory, thine Eyes will then be ftrong enough to look upon that glorious and immenfe Globe of Light, and thou shalt be like unto the Angels of God; thy extravagant paffions will then cease for ever, thy grief, thy forrows will have no admittance into thofe Seats of Blifs, thou'lt be refined then from all thofe turbulent motions, which do now fo often difcompofe thy reft. Here the death of a near Relation troubles thee, there thou wilt be above all trouble and vexation; here thine anger, like that of Mofes, doth often wax hot, because thou feeft thy God difhonoured, and his Commands trampled upon; there thou wilt fee no fuch difmal fights; here à fin thou fall'ft into against thy will, makes thee with for Rivers of Tears, there thy grief will be buried in eternal exultations; there thy paffions will all be calm'd, and, like water after a storm, look fmooth and quiet; there will be no diforder in thy affections, but like a Quire of tuneable Voices, they'l meet in everlasting harmony; there no affliction must come after thee. Here, with Mofes, thy body may be thrown into the Water, with Jofeph caft into Prison, with Shadrach, Mefbek and Abednego flung into a fiery Furnace, with Daniel hurried into a Lions Den,

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ftoned with the Prophets, crucified with St. Peter, thrown down from a Precipice with St. James, caft into a Kettle of boiling Oyl with Sr. John, thrust through with a Lance as St. Thomas, bound to a Tree with St. Andrew, flead with St. Bartholomew, burnt with Polycarp, torn by wild Beafts with Ignatius; in all which afflictions thou canft not but fympathize with thy individual Companion; for it's by thee that thy body feels the torments it endures; but in that Heaven, that glorious Heaven, no Enemy can reach thee, no Devil fright thee no ftorm furprize thee, no Monarch frown on thee no fickness break thee; no distemper crush thee, no age waste thee, no danger shake thee, no Tyrant threaten thee, no Lions meet thee, no Tyger tear thee, no Sword pierce thee, no publick commotions startle thee; the Sun fhall not light on thee, nor any heat, for thou art fecure under the fhadow of the Almighty's wings for ever. wings for ever. The Lamb, which is in the midft of the Throne (hall feed thee by his everlasting society; here it is, A little while and you shall not fee me, and again, a little while and you shall fee me; but there, with open face, and without a glafs, thou wilt look upon his Majefty for ever: here Christ comes and departs, there he will never remove out of thy fight, there his everlafting love will fupport thee, there his kindness will be fubject to Clouds and Eclipfes no more, there thou wilt not be able to turn thy Eyes away from him.

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This is that Lamb, that will give thee to drink of his everlasting Springs, Springs which can never be drawn dry; Springs, which can no more decay, than the Son of God decays; he is the everlasting Fountain of Delight, and in this Fountain, thou shalt bathe and recreate thy felf for ever; his Attributes, his Kingdom, his Beauty, fhall charm and ravish thee for ever; there thou shalt be in an everlasting ecftafie of joy, there thou wilt not need to cry out with St. Bernard, Hold Lord, for my heart is not able to contain those joys, which thou doft so liberally pour out upon me; that everlasting Fountain of joy and content, and fatisfaction, shall both fill and enable thee to bear that fulness of joy and light, which fhall then appear unto thee; the remembrance of Chrift's Merits, and Benefits, and what Chrift hath done for thee, will then transport thee into everlasting Praises and CeJebrations of his Goodness, Songs as endless as thy duration will be. The Rivers that water that Garden of God, shall be a perpetuum mobile, running and flowing to all Eternity. In this Paradife are living, no ftanding Waters; when Millions of Ages are paft, thy Glory shall be still green, and lively, and after many thousands of years, thy happiness, like Aaron's Rod, shall bud and bloffom, and bear Fruit. O my Soul, when that inexhaustible Fountain fades, then, and not till then, need'st thou be afraid, that thy delights will fade; there God will put an end to all thy Tears; What Rhetorick can reach

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the favour? the Tears thou didst shed for fin, the Tears which a deep fenfe of thy Spiritual poverty did force from thee, the Tears which Tribulation and Anguish did command from thine Eyes, these will all then be wash'd away.

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How amiable are thy Tabernacles, Lord God of Hofts! my Soul longeth, yea even fainteth for the Courts of the Lord: my Heart and my Flefb cryeth out for the living God, Shall I come to appear before thee? When shall I fhake off this clog of the flesh, and praise thee day and night in thy Temple? When shall I be freed from this Earth and Drofs, and do thy Will, O my God, without Lett, or Interruption?

O my Soul! Doft thou believe fuch a Heaven, where no good shall be abfent, and, Canft thou be hunting after the husks, and empty fhells of fenfual pleafure? How little do the Inhabitants of that New Jerufalem mind the Pomp and Grandeur of this World? They have nobler objects to mind, and more delightful employments to take up their minds and thoughts: Didft thou live more in this Heaven, O my Soul, How wouldst thou look down upon this Earth, as an inconfiderable trifle ? How little wouldst thou regard what Man can do unto thee? How contentedly might'st thou part with all that the World counts dear and precious, for Chrift his fake, as knowing, that there is laid up for thee the Crown of Righte

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