Zoo Arifrv. The spiderofeifisadcaging to Chrifi:. ragement : And their complaint is this; What a wretched heart have I ? Grace ? No, no; the world I can delire, the life of my childe I long for that, nay every trifling profit and pleafure m, foule covets it; and I fty withKachel,Let me have honour,or elfe I dye. But I cannot bucklemy heart, nor worke this vile nature cfmine tobee carried after,and long for, theunconceivable un- fearchable riches of the Lord Jefus Chrift. And will the Lord 'hew mercie to me ? Shall I at- taine any favoureither here or hereafter? Mai ke the deceit in this cafe ; delires grow not :n your garden, they fpring not from the root of your abilities,you cannot frame your foules, nor order 3our fpirits to delire Chtilt ; no,'tnrggle while thy eyes finke in thy head, and thy tongue falters when thou prave't, and yet thou (halt not pro. acre any longing delire after Chrift whiles the world Rands, dcfire comes from the quickning verrue of the fpirit: Therefore leeke toGed, and confef'e, In truth Lord I cannot, it is not in my power, I have not any frfficiencic to frame my heart to this defrre, I expo& it not frommy felfe, it is not this vile and finfull foule, it is not this wickedbale wayward heart of mine that can lift tap it felfe,it is earthly and heavie ; but it is thou, OLord, from whom come all our delires, it is thou that muff worke it, it is thou that halt pro- coifed it : good Lordquicken thou this foule,and inlarge this heart ofmine, thou onlyart theGod ofthis delire ; none of thy Saints that ever pan- ted after, and longed for thy mercie ( David him,. felfe)
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