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The happiness of the church, or, A description of those spiritual prerogatives wherewith Christ…The happines of the church, or, A description of those spirituall prerogatiues vvherewith Christ…
The happiness of the church, or, A description of those spiritual prerogatives wherewith Christ hath endowed her considered in some contemplations upon part of the 12. chapter of the Hebrews : together with certain other meditations and discourses upon other portions of Holy Scriptures, the titles whereof immediately precede the book : being the sum of diverse sermons preached in S. Gregory's London / by Thomas Adams ...The happines of the church, or, A description of those spirituall prerogatiues vvherewith Christ hath endowed her considered in some contemplations vpon part of the 12. chapter of the Hebrewes : together with certain other meditations and discourses vpon other portions of Holy Scriptures, the titles wherof immediately precede the booke : being the summe of diuerse sermons preached in S. Gregories London / by Thomas Adams ...
London: printed by G.P. for John Grismand, 1619London: printed by G.P. for Iohn Grismand, 1619
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.
When the Lord hath stricken us by famine; in withholding the rain from us; or in pouring down too much too fast upon us: Or by a grievous plague, turning our popular streets into a Desert: we straight grow penitent; Zeal carries up our cries to heaven; we pray, we sigh, we weep. Sorrow sits in our eyes, devotion on our lips, God hath at that time more hearty prayers in an hour, then ordinarily in a year. But as the Poet spake, Nocte pluit tota, redeunt spectacula manè.
When the Lord hath striken vs by famine; in withholding the raine frō vs; or in powring down too much too fast vpon vs: Or by a greeuous plague, turning our popular streets into a Desart: we straight growe penitent; Zeale carries vp our cryes to heauen; wee pray, wee sigh, we weepe. Sorrow sits in our eyes, deuotion on our lips, God hath at that time more hearty prayers in an houre, then ordinarily in a yeere. But as the Poet spake, Nocte pluit tota, redeunt spectacula manè.
The Lord no sooner takes off the burden of misery; but we also shake of the burden off piety; we forget our ⟨p. 222⟩vows. O the mercy of God, that such forgetfulness should possess Christian hearts! This was unthankful Israels fault, Psalm. 106. They soon forgot his works: they forgot, yea soon: they made haste to forget: so the 1Original is; They made haste, they forgot. Like men that in sleep shake death by the hand, but when they are awake will not know him.
The Lord no sooner takes off the burden of misery; but we also shake of the burden off pietie; we forget our ⟨p. 222⟩vowes. O the mercy of God, that such forgetfulnesse should possesse Christian hearts! This was vnthankfull Israels fault,