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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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2. Their Gifts were not slight and trivial, lean, meagre, starvelings; but Opimat, optima; every one the best in their kinds. Gold is the best of Metals, Frankincense of aromaticall Odours, Myrrh of medicinal Unguents.
2. Their Giftes were not slight and triuiall, leane, meager, staruelings; but Opimat, optima; euery one the best in their kinds. Gold is the best of Metals, Frankin cense of aromaticall Odours, Myrrhe of medicinall Vnguents.
Match these Wise-men, O ye miserable times of ours. Rarò reddentem, rarissimè optima reddentem profertis. You seldom bring forth a man that will give; but almost never, one that will offer the best Gifts. Our lame Son must be Gods Clerk, our starved Lamb, our poorest Fleece, our thinnest Sheaf must fall for Gods Tenth. If we give him the Shells, the Husks, the Shards, the Shreds, of our Wealth, we judge him beholding to us.
Match these Wise-men, O yee miserable times of ours. Rarò reddentem, rarissimè optima reddentem profertis. You seldome bring foorth a man that will giue; but almost neuer, one that will offer the best Gifts. Our lame Sonne must be Gods Clerke, our starued Lambe, our poorest Fleece, our thinnest Sheafe must fall for Gods Tenth. If wee giue him the Shales, the Huskes, the Sheards, the Shreds, of our Wealth, wee iudge him beholding to vs.
God hears the Heavens, and the Heavens hear the Earth,1 and the Earth hears the Corn, Wine, Oil, and they hear us. Our valleys stand thick with Corn, our Trees groan with the burden of Fruits, our pastures abound with Cattle & we return God either nothing, or the worst we can pick out. Take heed, least God curse our Blessings;