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The black devil or the apostate Together with the wolf worrying the lambs. And…The blacke devil or the apostate Together with the wolfe worrying the lambes. And…
The black devil or the apostate Together with the wolf worrying the lambs. And the spiritual navigator, bound for the Holy Land. In three sermons. By Thomas Adams.The blacke devil or the apostate Together with the wolfe worrying the lambes. And the spiritual navigator, bound for the Holy Land. In three sermons. By Thomas Adams.
London: printed by William Jaggard, 1615London: printed by William Iaggard, 1615
Title page typeset from the transcription.
THE Spiritual Navigator BOUND For the Holy Land.THE Spirituall Nauigator BOVND For the Holy Land.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Oh bone Jesus, fons indeficiens, Humana corda reficiens: Ad te curro, te solum sitiens: Tu mihi salus sufficiens.
Oh bone Iesu, fons indeficiens, Humana corda reficiens: Ad te curro, te solum sitiens: Tu mihi salus sufficiens.
Oh Jesus, fountain ever flowing, Thy graces on mans soul bestowing: To thee I run with thirsty heart, And none shall want, though I have part.
Oh Iesus, fountaine euer flowing, Thy graces on mans soule bestowing: To thee I runne with thirsty heart, And none shall want, though I haue part.
For others it shall be said. Lo, this is the man that made not God his strength: but trusted in the abundances 1of his riches, and strengthened himself in his wickedness. But the faithful shall be like a green Olive-tree in the house of God; and of a fresher blee then Daniel; whom the mercy of God, wherein he 2trusts, waters for ever and ever. The Colour of this glassy Sea vanisheth, like the beauty of a flower; and when it is withered, who shall revive it? Rub your eyes, and look on this world better: it hath but a surphul'd cheek, a coloured beauty; which God shall one day scour off with a flood of fire. Trust not this Glass for reflection; as if it could present you truly to your own judgements. It is but a false Glass, and will make you enamoured both of your selves and it: till at last, the Glass being broken, the Sea swallows you. Thus for the Colour.
For others it shall be said. Loe, this is the man that made not God his strength: but trusted in the abundances