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.


"Personal Narrative" (1739), from The Works of President Edwards (1830) Vol. I, edited by Sereno B. Dwight.


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...

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...

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...

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...