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A treatise of faith divided into two parts. The first showing the nature, the…A treatise of faith diuided into two parts. The first shewing the nature, the…
A treatise of faith divided into two parts. The first showing the nature, the second, the life of faith. ... By John Ball.A treatise of faith diuided into two parts. The first shewing the nature, the second, the life of faith. ... By Iohn Ball.
London: printed by William Stansby for Edward Brewster, 1631
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.
For his anger endureth but a moment, in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. He will not always chide: 1neither will he keep his anger, for ever. The rod of the wicked shall not rest upon the lot of the righteous: lest the righteous put forth their hands unto iniquity. For yet a very little while, 2and the indignation shall cease, and mine anger in their destruction. For a small moment have I forsaken thee, 3but with great mercies will I gather thee. In a little wrath I hid my face from thee, for a moment: but with everlasting kindness will I have mercy on thee, saith the Lord, thy ⟨p. 322⟩Redeemer. 4For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth: 5for the spirit should fail before me, and the souls which I have made. Who is a God like unto thee, that pardoneth iniquity, and passeth by the transgression of the remnant of his heritage? 6He retaineth not his anger for ever, because he delighteth in mercy. Whom the Lord loveth, he correcteth, even as a Father the Son, in whom he delighteth. 7As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten. In all their affliction he was afflicted, and the Angel of his presence saved them: in his love and in his pity he redeemed them, and he bare them, and carried them all the days of old. Like as a Father pitieth his children: so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. For he knoweth our frame: 8he remembereth that we are dust. How shall I give thee up, 9Ephraim? How shall I deliver thee, Israel? How shall I make thee as Admah? How shall I set thee as Zeboim? Mine heart is turned within me, my repentings are kindled together. I will not execute the fierceness of mine anger, I will not return to destroy Ephraim, for I am God, and not Man, the holy one in the midst of thee.