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A divine herbal together with a forrest of thorns In five sermons. ... By Tho. Adams.A divine herball together with a forrest of thornes In five sermons. ... By Tho. Adams.
London: printed by George Purslowe for John Budge, 1616London: printed by George Purslowe for Iohn Budge, 1616
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Upon it.
Vpon it.
God so directs this dew of his Word, that it shall fall on our hearts, not besides. The Rain of the Gospel, like the rain of the clouds, hath sometimes gone by coasts. Amos 4.1 I have with-holden the rain from you, and I have caused it to rain upon one City, and caused it not to rain upon another City: one piece was rained upon, and the piece whereupon it rained not withered. But I have wetted your fields, moistened your ⟨p. 22⟩hearts, with the dews of heaven, given you my statutes and ordinances, 2saith the Lord: I have not dealt so with every people; there be some that have not the knowledge of my laws. The Sun shines on many nations, where this spiritual rain falls not. This is not all; but as at the last day, two in one bed shall be divorced; so even now one seat in the Church may hold two, upon one whereof this saving rain may fall, not on the other. The Spirit blows where he pleaseth: and though the sound of the rain be to all open ears alike, yet the spiritual dew drops only into the open hart. Many come to Jacobs well, but bring no pitchers with them; wherewith to draw the water. A good shower may come on the earth, yet if a man house himself, or be shrouded under a thick bush, or burrowed in the ground, he will be dry still. God sends down his rain; one houseth himself in the darkness of security: he is too drowsy to be told in with the bells: Another sits dallying with the delights of lust under a green bush, a third is burrowed in the ground, mining and entrenching himself in the quest of riches. Alas, how should the dew of grace fall upon these! Thou wouldst not shelter thy ground from the clouds, lest it grow barren: oh then keep not thy soul from the rain of heaven.