The Thirteen Names of the First Patriarchs, Considered as Figurative of the Progressive Influence of the Spirit.: Being the Substance of Two Sermons, Preached on Wednesday March 24, and April 3, 1811, at the Obelisk ChapelChurch, J. (John)
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The Thirteen Names of the First Patriarchs, Considered as Figurative of the Progressive Influence of the Spirit.: Being the Substance of Two Sermons, Preached on Wednesday March 24, and April 3, 1811, at the Obelisk Chapel
Church, J. (John)
Sermons, English -- 19th century
NOAH, _Rest_ or _Consolation_.—This only is to be found in Christ; hence
David said, upon the reflection of his sad troubles, _Return unto thy
rest_, _O my soul_!—the learned say in the original it is _Noah_, perhaps
in allusion to the Dove, who was sent out of the Ark, but could find no
rest for the soul of its foot, till it returned. So we find it,
experimentally, in all seasons of worldly-mindedness, carnality, and
backsliding; we are truly miserable, we are out of our element; we can
get no consolation, no rest, till we have a sweet, cordial reception from
our dear Lord again—the Spirit has engaged to glorify Jesus, and he does
it in presenting him in his beauty and glory to the mind, by bringing us
to enjoy him, to prize him, and keep near him; hence the command, _Abide
in me_. So the blessed Spirit carrying on the Work of Faith in our
minds, by exercising it on the Person, Work, and Love of Jesus, here we
find rest; _we which believe do enter into rest_; Christ is our rest—here
we cease from legal striving, and find a Sabath rest in Christ
alone:—hence he is called _the consolation of Israel_, and we want him,
as such, all the way to glory.—Considering the sins, the trials, the
crosses, losses, and disappointments of God’s children, no doubt sent on
purpose to keep us near the Saviour, and that we might make up all our
happiness in him; hence he says, _Cease ye from man_, _whose breath is in
his nostrils_. We must learn to cease from the best of men—God often
tries his people with his people; perhaps this made the Prophet exclaim,
_the best of them is a briar_, _the most upright it sharper than a thorn
edge_. How wisely has our English poet expressed it—
I can not on earth; ’twill pierce thee to the heart!
A broken reed at best, but oft a spear;
On its sharp point Peace bleeds and Hope expires!
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