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proportionable to the Succour he sup-
j nay, such a Contradi&tion to it self, that
being a strange fort of Grace, that can Vol. II. only make us more guilty or more miserable, not virtuous or happy, that I wonder how it ever entred into the heads of Men.
If then God does administer strength proportionable to the Duty, let him command what he please;let but hisSpi. rit be present, and in all our trials weshall come off more than Conquerors ; We shall stand unbow'd under the weight of Evils, or look down with scorn on the Flatteries of the World and Caresses of Sense, for the World will be crucified to us, God will be all in all to us, we shall rejoyce in the Lord Jesus with joy unspeakable, and full of glory.
Nor will you think this at all incredible, if you remember 3. that our Consolation is one great Office of the Paraclet or Comforter : This Spirit is to witness to our Spirit, that we are the Chil. dren of God; 'tis to be an Earnest to us of our future Inheritance, to raise our Joys high, and give us some fore. tafts of the Powers of the World to come; God accommodating himself to the Nature of Man, who, as Plutarch well observes, is made to love as well as know, would not leave him defti
Vol. II. tute of Pleasure : This had been the
state of those Devils in the Gospel, which wandered through dry places, seeking rest and finding none. No, no, Religion does not perswade us to Renounce, but Exchange our Pleasures
3 to quit our Impure and corrupt, for pure and holy ones, our false for true ones, and our perishing withering Joy for growing and immortal ones. Ah Religion ! our hearts may say of thee what Tully's Wit made him once say of Virtue, One holy, one religious day, is to be preferr'd before a sinful Immortality. Ah my God! where have I lost my self, my Sense, my Reason, when in any part of my life, I forsookthee the fountain of living waters, and hero'd out to my self Cisterns, broken Cifterns that would hold no water. Ah! how good and gracious art thou, and how inexcusable 1, if I do not obey thee, since my Duty is Pleasure, and the Reward Glory. And my Virtues, though they take root in the Earth, in Mortification and Discipline, yet they spring up, and blossom with Joy, Peace and Hope ; and their Fruit are the inconceivable Delights and Extasies of Heaven.
Charity in Censuring
Joho VIII. 7.
said unto them, be
to go through, in order, the System of our Religion, I mean, at least, · all the Necessary and Fundamental parts
of it; and though well knowing that all Discourses are very imperfect, to say no worse of them, which are not continually intermixt with practicalExhortations, or clos'd with useful Reflecti. ons. I have therefore all along had an Eye to this, yet I think it fit to intermix now and then a Discourse purely Practical. Omitting therefore at present the further Prosecution of our Creed till the Afternoon, I will treat of these words, mavd to it by a Reason too fad and too well known to need to be mentioned. In the Text we may observe these three things:
Vol. II. I. The Sin of the unhappy Woman, pre
sented before our Lord by the Scribes
Pharisees, they accused her to our
occasion, confisting in two things ;
Go and fin no more.
I will give you a brief Paraphrase or
I. Of the Sin of which the Woman in my Text is accused, Adultery. So heinous and wicked was this Sin accounted in the Eye of the Law, that, as the Scribes