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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 tongue can no man tame. Let us listen to some weightier exceptions. The Prophets spake the oracles of life, and the Apostles, the words of salvation; and many mens speech ministers grace to the hearers. Yield it; yet this general rule will have no exception: no man can tame it: man hath no stern for this ship, no bridle for this colt. How then? God tamed it. We by nature stammer as Moses, till God open a door of utterance.1 I am of unclean lips, saith the Prophet, and dwell with people of unclean lips. God must lay a coal of his own altar upon our tongues, or they can not be tamed.
The tongue can no man tame. Let vs listen to some weightier exceptions. The Prophets spake the oracles of life, and the Apostles, the words of saluation; and many mens speech ministers grace to the hearers. Yielde it; yet this generall rule will haue no exception: no man can tame it: man hath no sterne for this shippe, no bridle for this colt. How then? God tamed it. We by nature stammer as Moses, till God open a doore of vtterance.1 I am of vncleane lippes, sayth the Prophet, and dwell with people of vncleane lippes. God must lay a coale of his owne altar vpon our tongues, or they can not bee tamed.
And when they are tamed, yet they often have an unruly trick. Abraham lies, Moses murmurs, Elijah for fear of a Queen and a quean wisheth to die, Jonah frets for the Gourd, David cries in his heart, All men are liars: which speech rebounded even on God himself; as if the Lord by Samuel had deceived him: Peter forswears his Master, his Saviour. If the tongues of the just have thus tripped, how should the profane go upright? The tongue can no man tame.