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The second [seventh] sermon of Master Hugh Latimer which he preached before the Kings…The seconde [seventh] sermon of Maister Hughe Latimer which he preached before the Kynges…
The second [seventh] sermon of Master Hugh Latimer which he preached before the Kings Majesty [with?]in his graces palace at Westminster, the xv. day of March [-xix day of April], M.ccccc.xlix.The seconde [seventh] sermon of Maister Hughe Latimer which he preached before the Kynges Maiestie [with?]in his graces palayce at Westminster, ye xv. day of Marche [-xix daye of Apryll], M.ccccc.xlix.
printed by John Day, 1549printed by Jhon Day, 1549
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O how happy are we, that it hath pleased almighty God to vouchsafe, that his Son should sweat blood for the redeeming of our since, and again how unhappy are we, if we will not take it thankfully, that was redeemed so painfully. Alas what hard hearts have we. Our Saviour Christ never sinned, and yet sweat he blood for our sins, we will not once water ⟨image 211⟩our eyes with a few tears. What an horrible thing is sin?1 that no other thing would remedy and pay the ransom for it, but only the blood of our Saviour Christ. There was nothing to pacify the fathers wrath against man, but such an Agony as he suffered, All the passion of all the martyrs that ever were, all the sacrifices of Patriarchs that ever were, all the good works that ever were done, were not able to remedy our sin, to make satisfaction for our since,2 nor any thing besides, but this extreme passion and blood shedding of our most merciful Saviour Christ.
O how happy are we, that it hath pleased almyghty God to vouchsafe, that hys sonne shuld sweate bloude for the redemyng of oure synnes, and agayne howe vnhappye are we, yf we wyll not take it thanckefullye, that was redemed so paynefullye. Alas what harde hartes haue we. Oure Sauioure Christe neuer synned, and yet sweat he bloud for oure sinnes, we wyll not once watter ⟨image 211⟩oure eyes wyth a fewe teares. What an horrible thyng is sinne?1 that no other thynge would remedy and paye the ransome for it, but only the bloud of our Sauioure Christe. There was nothynge to pacify the fathers wrath agaynste man, but suche an Agony as he suffered, All the passion of all the martyrs that euer were, all the sacrifyces of Patriarkes that euer were, al the good workes that euer were done, were not able to remedye our synne, to make satisfaction for oure synnes,2 nor anye thynge besydes, but thys extreme passion and bloud sheddyng of our most merciful Sauiour Christ.