. The school of the heart : or, The heart of itself gone away from God, brought back again to Him; and instructed by Him. With The learning of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man. . ght flowThe sovreign salve for sin-procured , that thou mayst not failOf that not to be fastend \s-ith his nail. Love in a heart of flesh is apt to be fly-blown with folly : and its feeble spirits, when it shows most often fed on by the empty airOf popular applause, unless the saltOf holy fear in time prevent the fault:But, seasond so, it will be kept for
. The school of the heart : or, The heart of itself gone away from God, brought back again to Him; and instructed by Him. With The learning of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man. . ght flowThe sovreign salve for sin-procured , that thou mayst not failOf that not to be fastend \s-ith his nail. Love in a heart of flesh is apt to be fly-blown with folly : and its feeble spirits, when it shows most often fed on by the empty airOf popular applause, unless the saltOf holy fear in time prevent the fault:But, seasond so, it will be kept for that doth fear, because he loves, will neverAdventure to ofiend,But always bendHis best endeavours to content his friend. Though perfect love cast out all servile such fear hath torment: yet thy dearRedeemer meant not so to set thee free,That filial fear and thou should strangers be. 188 THE SCHOOL OF Though, as a son, thou honour him thy Father,Yet, as a Master, thou mayst fear him the souls centinel, and keeps the love lodges, so, that all the artAnd industry of are its foes,Cannot betray it to its former woes. THE HEART. 189. THE NEW WINE OF THE HEART OUT OFTHE PRESS OF THE CROSS. Behold, the Cyprian clusters now are pressd ;Accept the wrine, it flows to make thee blessd. PSALM CIV. 15. Wine that maJceth glad the, heart of 47.(^HRIST the true vine, grape, cluster, on the crossTrod the wine-press alone, unto the loss 190 THE SCHOOL OF Of blood and life. Draw, thankful heart, and spare not:Here s wine enough for all, save those that care not. ODE XLVn. Leave not thy Saviour now, whate er thou dost, Doubtful, distrustful heart;Thy former pains and labours all are lost. If now thou shalt depart,And faithlessly fall off at last from , to redeem thee, spard nor life nor limb. Shall he, that is thy cluster and thy vine. Tread the wine-press alone,Whilst thou standst looking on ? Shall both the wine And wor
Size: 1412px × 1770px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1840, booksubjectc, booksubjectemblems
