Meditat. XLI.
Lord, There is no peace until thou hast all our love; while our heart is divided between the world and thee, we can have no quiet, natural Conscience draws
A method and instructions for the art of divine meditation, with instances of the severall kindes of solemne meditation. / By Thomas White minister of Gods word in London.
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- A method and instructions for the art of divine meditation, with instances of the severall kindes of solemne meditation. / By Thomas White minister of Gods word in London.
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- White, Thomas, Presbyterian minister in London.
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- London, :: Printed by A.M. for Joseph Cranford at the signe of the Phœnix in St Pauls Church yard, near the Little North.Doot, [sic],
- 1655 May 28.1655. Imprimatur, Edm. Calamy.
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one way, and natural corruptions another way; It is our ignorance that makes us think that there is not enough in thee to satisfie all our desires, and to supply our want, which makes us joyn the creature with thee; When Lord, when shall all my thoughts be of thee? I am weary of being thus divided; Lord, if I can dispose of my self, I give my self wholly to thee; O refuse not that gift which thou hast so often desired, thou hast said, give me thy hearr, Lord mine heart longs whilest thou hast it; If thou saist that I do not give my self freely and wholly enough, alas, nor never shall until thou take my heart, and discoverest the secrets of thy love unto me, when thou dost that I shall runne after thee; Lord, here's my poor soul, it lies at thy seet, groveling and
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gasping for life; the creature hath left me, and I have left the crea∣ture, and would not that it should have any more of my love, but it still wooes me, and follows me for my love, unlesse thou overco∣mest these strong corruptions, I shall never be at quiet.