The Morning of Spiritual Youth Improved, in the Prospect of Old Age and Its Infirmities: Being a Literal and Spiritual Paraphrase on the Twelfth Chapter of Ecclesiastes. In a Series of Letters.Church, J. (John)
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The Morning of Spiritual Youth Improved, in the Prospect of Old Age and Its Infirmities: Being a Literal and Spiritual Paraphrase on the Twelfth Chapter of Ecclesiastes. In a Series of Letters.
Church, J. (John)
Bible. Ecclesiastes -- Commentaries
Another evil day we may find in this dark state, when so sadly shut up,
is the fewness of them that preach all the truth as it is in Jesus: Hence
the Church in her sad state ran to some who did not know her case; of
course we find they ceased to give advice. She ran to others; they only
rebuked her, and added affliction to her bonds, doubted her interest in
the garments of Salvation. Hence she says, _The watchmen found me_; _to
whom I said_, _Saw ye him whom my soul loveth_? Then again in the 5th
Chapter, _The watchmen met me_, _they wounded me_; _they smote me_; _they
took away my veil from me_: and sure I am that nothing can be more trying
than for a soul in such intricate paths not to be able to find one to
suit its case; and if they do, the word not being attended with power,
they get neither light nor life. These are called Teeth in scripture, as
they prepare food, break the bread of life, make all things plain, easy,
and intelligible to the people; fixed in their Covenant Head, harmonize
and agree in sentiment, at least in the main points, and engaged in the
same work. These may cease by death—_the Prophets_, _do they live for
ever_?—by removals in providence far from the abode of such a soul as I
have been describing; or they may not be blest much to tried souls. They
may be few in number, and those cease, as it respects their usefulness to
some; so that, though they were once _as a lovely song_, _and as one who
could play well on an instrument_, yet they may get dry, barren, and
lifeless; at least, apparently so for any use they may be to a soul in
the above circumstances. The make us mourn, nor can the Daughters of
Music make melody again till he shines. We are compared Instruments of
Music, set in tune by the Spirit, but can make no Music till he touches
the chords of the heart; then upon the instruments of ten strings, he
gets praise. The Doors of his Heart, his House, his Table, and his
Throne, will never shut against you, any of his children. The days of
your Mourning will soon end, the voice of Jesus will call you at the
glorious resurrection of the just, when you will rise up at that voice,
and sigh and sin no more.—_Hallelujah_.
Ever your’s,
[Picture: Signature of J. C.]
_LETTER X_.
TO MRS. D—.
_Peckham_, _August_ 30, 1814.
_MY DEAR FRIEND_,
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