LXVII. Meditat.
WHat Heir travel∣ling to take pos∣session
Divine breathings: or, A pious soul thirsting after Christ
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- Title
- Divine breathings: or, A pious soul thirsting after Christ
- Author
- T. S. (Thomas Sherman)
- Publication
- London,: Printed for Robert Pawlett, at the sign of the Bible in Chancery-Lane near Fleet-street,
- 1671.
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- Meditations -- Early works to 1800.
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"Divine breathings: or, A pious soul thirsting after Christ." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/B05844.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 7, 2024.
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of a rich inheri∣tance, either lets a green Meadow, or a pleasant Garden detain him, or a black Cloud, or a foul way dishearten him? O my Soul! Thou art travelling to take possession of a glo∣rious inheritance among the Saints, wilt thou turn aside to crop every flower? Wilt thou stand still to hear every melodious sound? Wilt thou leave thy way to drink of every gliding stream of carnal pleasure? What is this, but to view a Meadow, and lose a mannor? For a dy∣ing Flower, to part with an eternal Crown? For a flying vanity, to lose an
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immortal felicity? To for∣sake the way of Sion, to gather one of the Apples of Sodom? Or else, O my Soul! What if thy way be in tears, and thy dayes in sorrow, all clouded, and a swelling Sea, so that not only the lading of the Ship, but thy very life is in danger; yet here is e∣nough to comfort thee, that a good Father, and a large portion, a sweet rest, and an everlasting refresh∣ment, will make amends for all. Therefore, Vain World, promise not, for I Will make no deviation, because my way lyes to purer comforts, and surer glory; Vexing World,
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threaten not, for I will make no retarding, be∣cause I am travelling to my Fathers, to my Coun∣try, to my Happiness.