Sermons by the late Rev. Richard de CourcyDe Courcy, Richard
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Sermons by the late Rev. Richard de Courcy
De Courcy, Richard
Church of England -- Sermons; Sermons, English -- 18th century
Having originated in the wisdom of the supreme Legislator,
and having been appointed as a rule of life and a test of obedience, to
protect the interests of the divine government in the world, it stands as
unchangeably pure in its nature, and as unalterable in its requirements,
as the God, who gave it, is in his own immutable essence.
Behold sin, then, in this pure mirror. How is its deformity exposed, and
its malignity enhanced by the purity of that law of which it is the
transgression! Every sin, in a greater or less degree, aims at
destroying the very existence of the divine law; and at subverting the
dominion which Jehovah claims as his own indisputable prerogative amongst
his own creatures. Sin implies an effort to set up another in direct
opposition to the supremacy of Heaven. It is a direct and gross insult
upon the Majesty of God. It pours contempt on his legislative authority
to make laws, and virtually impeaches his wisdom and justice in requiring
obedience to them. Sin is rebellion against the Most High; and its
dreadful concomitants are anarchy and confusion. In its hideous
deformity, it bears the impress of hell; and, like that malign spirit
that attempted to usurp the sovereignty of the skies, it carries the
features of that black apostacy, that would have pushed from his throne
the Holy One of Israel.
Such is the nature of sin. But trace it, in its origin, its
consequences, and its effects, and you will perceive its aggravations
swell in every view. See its fatal effects even in heaven itself. What
disorder did it occasion among the armies of the skies! When, after
having lifted up an innumerable company of angels with proud rebellion
against the throne of God, it plunged them, with Lucifer at their head,
from the summit of bliss and honor, down to the inextinguishable flames
and bottomless abyss of tophet. Or, go to Eden, and mark there the sad
catastrophe of our fall. See our first parents arrested by the hand of
justice, and, like a pair of criminals, compeers in guilt and partners in
woe, turned out of that delectable spot, where all the rich spontaneous
gifts of nature concurred with the light of God’s countenance, to make it
a representation, in miniature, of the celestial paradise. See the angry
cherub brandishing his flaming sword, placed as a vengeful guardian of
the tree of life. Behold shame, sorrow, disease, and death, the
melancholy attendants on the unhappy culprits! the earth under their
feet, cursed with briers and thorns! and elements around them, armed with
the thunder of their Creator’s frown! Ask, what is the cause of this sad
reverse of their former state of rest, peace, and fertility? The answer
is, this hath sin done.
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