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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.
What moved thee then. Oh Saviour to love us? besides the incomprehensible delight, and infinite content, which God hath in himself; thousands of Angels stand about him, and ten thousands of those glorious spirits minister unto him, mWhat then is man, Lord, that thou takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him? the meditation of Saint Augustine is pertinent to this consideration,2 and what son of man may not confess it with him? Neque enim equistime, aut egotale bonumsum, quo tu adi•veris: nec minor sit potestas tun carens obsequio men. Neither didst thou lack me, Oh Lord: nor was there that good in me, whereby thou mightest be helped: neither is thy power lessened through the want of my service. If we had been good ⟨p. 12⟩yet God needed us not: being bad, whence ariseth his love? what a roughness of soul findest thou, Oh Christ, when tho• embracest us? what deformity when thou beholdest us?3 what stench of sin when thou ku•est? when thou discoursest, what rotten speeches drop from us? when thou takest us into thy garden, what contrariety of affection to thy expectation? our embraces have been rougher then thy crosses, our persecutions like vinegar, hidden in the sponge of our sacrifices; our words swords, our oaths as bitter as crucifige, our kisses have been treasonable to thee; as Judas his: our contempts thy thorns: our oppressions a spear to gore thy side, and wound thy bowels.
What moued thee then. Oh Sauiour to loue vs? besides the incomprehensible delight, and infinite content, which God hath in himselfe; thousands of Angels stand about him, and ten thousands of those glorious spirits minister vnto him, mWhat then is man, Lord, that thou takest knowledge of him? or the sonne of man, that thou makest account of him? the meditation of Saint Augustine is pertinent to this consideration,