The Saint and His Saviour; Or, the Progress of the Soul in the Knowledge of Jesus (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1857 edition. Excerpt: ... to allay the most burning fever, and still the most violent palpitations of the heart. This we speak from experience, for we too were once, like the unclean spirit " seeking rest and finding none;" we once groaned for an unseen something, which in all our joys we could not find, and now, by God's great love, we have found the water which has quenched our thirst--it is that which Jesus gives, " the living water " of his grace. We revel in the sweets of the name of Jesus, and long for nought beside. Like Naphtali, we are satisfied with favour, and full of the blessing of the Lord. Like Jacob, we exclaim, "It is enough." The soul is anchored, the desire is "satiated with fatness," the whole man is rich to all the intents of bliss, and looketh for nothing more. Allen, in his Heaven Opened, represents the believer as soliloquising in the following joyous manner: --" O happy soul, how rich art thou What a booty have I gotten It is all mine own. I Lave the promises of this life, and of that which is to come. Oh what can I wish more? How full a charter is here Now, my doubting soul may boldly and believingly say with Thomas, ' My Lord and my God.' What need we any further witness? We have heard his words. He hath sworn by his holiness that his decree may not be changed, and hath signed it with his own signet. And now return to thy rest, O my soul for the Lord hath dealt bountifully with thee. Say, if thy lines be not fallen to thee in a pleasant place, and if this be not a goodly heritage? O blasphemous discontent how absurd and unreasonable an evil art thou, whom all the fulness of the Godhead cannot satisfy, because thou art denied in a petty comfort, or crossed in thy vain expectations from the world O my unthankful soul, shall not a Trinity...