.:f! The Life of God \Vhat an infinite pleafure tnufi it needs He that Ioveth be, thus, as it were, to lofe God, finds fweet- ourfelves in him, and, be– neIs in every ing [wallowed up in the overdifpenfation. f con1ing fenfe o · his goodnefs, to offer our felves a living facrifice, always afcending urito hin1 in flames of love! Never cloth a foul know what folid joy and fubftan tial pleafure is, till, once being weary of itfelf, it reno~111ce all pro– priety, give itfelf up unto the author of its being, and feel itfclf become a hallow- / cd and devoted thing; and can fay fron1 an inward fenfe and feclin!I, .~.~1y beloved V is mine,( I account all ' his intcreft n1inc , own), and I anz his: I am content to be any thing for him, and care not for my– felt: but that I may ferve him. A perfon n1oulded into this temper. would find pleafure in all the difpenfations of provi– dence. Tetnporal enjoyments would have ano~her relifh, when he iliould tafie ' the divine goodnefs iq them, and confider · them as tokens of love fent by his dearefl: Lord and tnaker. And cha!lifen1ents, ·- though they be not joyous but grievous, \;vould h ereby lofs tneir fiing: the rod as \tYell as the Haff would comfort him: he \vould fnJtch a kifs fron1 the hand that was fmiting him, and gather fweetnefs fron1
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