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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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IS the sweetest friend, that ever kept a distressed soul company: it beguiles all the tediousness of the way, all the miseries of our Pilgrimage.⟨p. 7⟩ Jam mala finissem letho; sed eredula vitam Spes fovet, & melius cras fore semper ait. Therefore dumb spiro spero, says the Heathen: but dumb, expiro spero, says the Christian. The one, whilst I live, I hope; the other, when I dye, I hope: so Job, I will hope in thee, though thou killest •ee. It tells the soul such sweet stories of the succeeding joys; what comforts there be in heaven; what peace, what joy, what triumphs, marriage-songs, and Hallelujahs, there are in that Country, whether she is travelling; that she goes merrily away with her present burden.
IS the sweetest friend, that euer kept a distressed soule company: it beguiles all the tediousnesse of the way, all the miseries of our Pilgrimage.⟨p. 7⟩ Iam mala finissem letho; sed eredula vitam Spes fouet, & melius cras foresemper ait. Therefore dum spiro spero, sayes the Heathen: but dum, expiro spero, sayes the Christian. The one, whilest I liue, I hope; the other, when I dye, I hope: so Iob, I will hope in thee, though thou killest •ee. It tels the soule such sweet stories of the succeeding ioyes; what comforts there bee in heauen; what peace, what ioy, what triumphes, mariage-songs, and Halleluiahs, there are in that Country, whether shee is trauelling; that shee goes merrily away with her present burden.
It holds the head whilst it takes, and gives invisible drink to the thirsty conscience. It is a liberty to them that are in prison, and the sweetest Physic to the sick. Saint Paul calls it an Anchor. Let the winds blow, and the storms beat, and the waves swell, yet the Anchor stays the ship.1 It breaks through all difficulties, and makes way for the soul to follow it. It teacheth Abraham to expect fruit from a withered stock; and Joseph in a dungeon, to look for the Sun and Stars obeisance. It counsels a man, as Esdras did the woman;