The Soul Of A True Christian, As I Then Wrote My Meditations, Appeared Like Such A Little White Flower As We See In The Spring Of The Year; Low And Humble On The Ground, Opening Its Bosom To Receive The Pleasant Beams Of The Sun’s Glory; Rejoicing, As It Were, In A Calm Rapture; Diffusing Around A Sweet Fragrancy; Standing Peacefully And Lovingly, In The Midst Of Other Flowers Round About; All In Like Manner Opening Their Bosoms To Drink In The Light Of The Sun.
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The Soul Of A True Christian, As
Jonathan Edwards
The Soul Of A True Christian, As I Then Wrote My Meditations, Appeared Like Such A Little White Flower As We See In The Spring Of The Year; Low And Humble On The Ground, Opening Its Bosom To Receive The Pleasant Beams Of The Sun’s Glory; Rejoicing, As It Were, In A Calm Rapture; Diffusing Around A Sweet Fragrancy; Standing Peacefully And Lovingly, In The Midst Of Other Flowers Round About; All In Like Manner Opening Their Bosoms To Drink In The Light Of The Sun.
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