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Englands sickness, comparatively conferred with Israels Divided into two sermons, by ThoEnglands sicknes, comparatively conferred with Israels Diuided into two sermons, by Tho
Englands sickness, comparatively conferred with Israels Divided into two sermons, by Tho: Adams.Englands sicknes, comparatively conferred with Israels Diuided into two sermons, by Tho: Adams.
London: printed by E for John Budge, 1615London: printed by E for Iohn Budge, 1615
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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.
There is comfort even in death, when the clock of our life runs upon her last minutes: but is there any disease during the torments of a racked conscience? This wearisome guest doth God often lodge with his own children, suffering the eye of faith to be shut, and the eyes of flesh and blood open, that sorrow is their bread, and tears their drink, and the still perplexed mind knows not where to refuse it self. Always reserving and and preserving his Children (but never d•ing) grace of his Spirit in their hearts: na substance of bl•ssing […] the oak, though it hath cast the leaves, though the barrenness of the boughs, dryness of the bark give it for dead and withered. Faith being in a swoon may draw the breath inwardly, not perceived: but 2destroy it not, for there is a bl•ssing in it.
There is comfort euen in death, when the clocke of our life runs vpon her last minutes: but is there any disease during the torments of a racked conscience? This wearisome guest doth God often lodge with his owne children, suffring the eye of faith to be shut, and the eyes of flesh and bloud open, that sorrow is their bread, and teares their drinke, and the still perplexed mind knows not where to refuse it selfe. Alwayes reseruing and and preseruing his Children (but neuer d•ing) grace of his Spirite in their hearts: na substance of bl•ssing 〈…〉 the oke, though it hath cast the leaues, though the barrennes of the boughes, drines of the barke giue it for dead and withered. Faith being in a swoune may draw the breath inwardly, not perceiued: but 2destroy it not, for there is a bl•ssing in it.
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