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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 17
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so thei holy men of God have mourned, and been exceedingly touched with the afflictions of the Church even in after Ages, though between them did intervene a great distance of time. Certainly thenk if the Church of God lie in distress, and we stretch our selves on beds of Ivory, if she mourn in sack-cloth, and we riot in soft raiment, if the wild Bore of the Forrest break in upon her, and we send not out one prayer ⟨p. 155⟩to drive him away, if there be cleanness of teeth in the poor, and our teeth grind them still, if their bowels be empty of food, and ours still empty of compassion, if the wrath of God be inflamed against his people, and our zeal remain still as frozen, our charity as cold, our affections as benumbed, our compassion as stupid as it ever was, In a word, if Zion lye in the dust, and we hang not up our Harps, nor pray for her peace, as we can conclude nothing but that we are unnatural members, so can we expect nothing but the curse of aMeroz, who went not out to help the Lord.
so thei holymen of God have mourned, and been exceedingly touched with the afflictions of the Church even in after Ages, though betweene them did interveane a great distance of time. Certainly thenk if the Church of God lie in distresse, and we stretch our selves on beds of Juory, if she mourne in sack-cloath, and we riot in soft rayment, if the wild Bore of the Forrest breake in upon her, and we send not out one prayer ⟨p. 155⟩to drive him away, if there bee cleanenesse of teeth in the poore, and our teeth grinde them still, if their bowells be empty of food, and ours still empty of compassion, if the wrath of God bee enflamed against his people, and our zeale remaine still as frozen, our charity as cold, our affections as benum'd, our compassion as stupid as it ever was, In aword, if Sion lye in the dust, and wee hang not up our Harpes, nor pray for her peace, as wee can conclude nothing but that we are unnaturall members, so can wee expect nothing but the curse of