The Glory of God
I came across this quote of John Calvin as he expounded the phrase “to the praise of his glory” in Ephesians 1:14 (in light of its similar mentioning in 1:6 and 1:12) -
The frequent mention of the glory of God ought not to be regarded as redundant, for what is infinite cannot be too strongly expressed. This is particularly true in commendations of the Divine mercy, for which every godly person will always feel himself unable to find adequate language. He will be more ready to utter, than other men will be to hear, the expression of praise; for the eloquence both of men and angels, after being strained to the utmost, falls immeasurably below the vastness of this subject. We may likewise observe, that there is not a more effectual method of shutting the mouths of wicked men, than by shewing that our views tend to illustrate, and theirs to obscure, the glory of God.
Amen.
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The first I remember that ever I found anything of that sort of inward, sweet delight in God and divine things, that I have lived much in since, was on reading those words, 1 Tim. 1:17, ‘Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor nad glory forever and ever, Amen.’ As I read the words, there came into my soul, and was as it were diffused through it, a sense of the glory of the divine being; a new sense, quite different from anything I ever experienced before. Never any words of Scripture seemed to me as these words. I thought with myself, how excellent a Being that was; and how happy I should be, if I might enjoy that God, and be wrapt up to God in heaven, and be as it were swallowed up in him. I kept saying, as it were singing over these words of Scripture to myself; and went to prayer, to pray to God that I might enjoy him; and prayed n a manner quite different from what I used to do; with a new sort of affection…And [I] found, from time to time, an inward sweetness, that used…to carry me away in my contemplations; in what I know not how to express otherwise, than by a calm, sweet abstraction of sould from all the concerns o[f] his world…The sense I had of divine thins, would often of a sudden…kindle up a sweet burning in my heart; an ardor of my soul, that I know not how to express
