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Meditations on the holy sacrament of the Lords last Supper Written many years sinceMeditations on the holy sacrament of the Lords last Supper Written many yeares since
Meditations on the holy sacrament of the Lords last Supper Written many years since by Edward Reynolds then fellow of Merton College in Oxford.Meditations on the holy sacrament of the Lords last Supper Written many yeares since by Edvvard Reynolds then fellow of Merton College in Oxford.
London: printed by Felix Kyngston for Robert Bostock, 1638
MEDITATIONS ON THE HOLY SACRAMENT OF THE LORDS LAST SUPPER. › Chapter 16
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Secondly, we must remember the death of Christ, with a remembrance of thankfulness for that great love which by it we enjoy from him: certainly he hath no dram of good nature in him, who for the greatest benefit that can befall him doth not return a recompense of remembrance, awhich costs him nothing. Our salvation cost Christ a precious price, his own blood, and shall not we so much as lay up the memory of it in our minds, that we may have it forth-coming to answer all the objections that can be made against our title to salvation? consider with thy self the fearfulness and horror of thy natural estate, wherein thou wert exposed to the infinite wrath of Almighty God, whom thou therefore being both finite and impotent wert no way able to appease, subject to the strokes and terrors, not only of thine own Conscience, a bosom Hell, but of that most exact ⟨p. 142⟩justice, which it is as impossible for thee to sustain with patience, as with obedience, to satisfy. The creatures thine enemies thine own heart thy witness, thy Creator, thy Judge, eternity of expreslelesse anguish, gnawing of conscience, despair of deliverance, & whatsoever misery the most searching understanding can but imagine thy sentence, for according to his fear, so is his wrath, from this, and much more hath the death of Christ, not only delivered thee, but of a cast away, an enemy, a deplored wretch, weltering in thine own blood, rotting & stinking in thine own grave, hath restored thee not only to thine original interest, and patrimony, but unto an estate so much more glorious then that could have been, by how much the obedience of Christ, is more precious, then any thy innocency could possibly have performed. Consider the odious filthiness of sin, the pertinacious adherence thereof unto thy nature, so that nothing but the incarnation, and blood of the Son of God, the Creator of the World could wash it out; consider the Justice, and undispensable severity of our God against sin, which would not spare the life of his own Son, nor be satisfied without a Sacrifice of infinite, and coequal virtue with it self: consider that it was thy sin, which were thy associates with ⟨p. 143⟩Judas, and Pilate, and the Jews to crucify him:
Secondly, we must remember the death of Christ, with a remembrance of thankefulnes for that great love which by it wee enjoy from him: certainely he hath no dram of good nature in him, who for the greatest benefit that can befall him doth not returne a recompence of remembrance,