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The sacrifice of thankfulness A sermon preached at Pauls Cross, the third of December,…The sacrifice of thankefulnesse A sermon preached at Pauls Crosse, the third of December,…
The sacrifice of thankfulness A sermon preached at Pauls Cross, the third of December, being the first Aduentuall Sunday, anno 1615. By Tho. Adams. Whereunto are annexed five other of his sermons preached in London, and else-where; never before printed. ...The sacrifice of thankefulnesse A sermon preached at Pauls Crosse, the third of December, being the first Aduentuall Sunday, anno 1615. By Tho. Adams. Whereunto are annexed fiue other of his sermons preached in London, and else-where; neuer before printed. ...
London: printed by Thomas Purfoot for Clement Knight, 1616
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THE SACRIFICE OF THANKFULNESS, › The Sum.THE SACRIFICE OF THANKFVLNESSE, › The Summe.
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It is storied of a Certain King, that fighting a desperate Battle, for the recovery of his Daughter, injuriously stolen from him; found ill success, and the day utterly against him. Till by the faithful valour of a strange Prince, disguised in the habit of a mean Soldiers, (that pitied his loss, and bore love to his Daughter) he recovered both her, and victory: The Prince interposing himself to hazard of death, & many wounds, for the others redemption. Not long after this Prince received some wrong concerning his Honour, which he deservedly prized: He made his complaint to the King, and besought him to give a just censure of his cause. The forgetful King put him over to a Judge. The Prince replies; O King, when thou wast lost, I endangered my self for thy rescue: I did not bid another save thee, but I saved thee my self. Lo, the scars of those wounds I bore, to free thee and thy state from inevitable ruin: And now my suit is before thee, dost thou shuffle me off to, another?
It is storyed of a Certaine King, that fighting a desperate Battaile, for the recouerie of his Daughter, iniuriously stolne from him; found ill successe, and the day vtterly against him. Till by the faythfull vallour of a strange Prince, disguised in the habit of a meane Souldiers, (that pittied his losse, and bore loue to his Daugter) he recouered both her, and victorie: The Prince interposing himselfe to hazard of death, & many wounds, for the others redemption. Not long after this Prince receiued some wrong concerning his Honour, which he deseruedly prized: He made his complaint to the King, and besought him to giue a just censure of his cause. The forgetfull King put him ouer to a Iudge. The Prince replyes; O King, when thou wast lost, I endangered my selfe for thy rescue: I did not bid another saue thee, but I saued thee my self. Loe, the skarres of those wounds I bore, to free thee and thy state from ineuitable ruine: And now my sute is before thee, dost thou shuffle me off to, another?
Such was our case; Satan had stolen our dear daughter, our soul: in vain we laboured a recovery: principalities and Powers were against us, weakness and wretchedness on our sides. Christ the Sun of God took pity on us: and though he were an eternal Prince of Peace, disguised himself in the habit of a common Soldier; Induens formam serui, putting on him the likeness of a Servant,