God hath a tender regard unto the souls of men, and is infinitely willing to promote their welfare.
He hath condescended to our weakness and declared with an oath, that he hath no pleasure in our destruction. There is no such thing as despite or envy lodged in the bosom of that ever blessed Being, whose name and nature is love. He created us at first in a happy condition; and now, when we are fallen from it, He hath laid help upon One that is mighty to save, hath committed the care of our souls to no lesser person than the eternal Son of his love. It is He that is the Captain of our salvation; and what enemies can be too strong for us, when we are fighting under His banners?
Did not the Son of God come down from the bosom of his Father and pitch His tabernacle amongst the sons of men, that He might recover and propagate the divine life, and restore the image of God in their souls? All the mighty works which He performed; all the sad afflictions which He sustained, had this for their scope and design; for this did He labour and toil; for this did He bleed and die.
The Works of the Rev. H. Scougal (London: Ogle, Duncan, and Co., 1822), 38–39.
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