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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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Sixthly, in that by these frequent ceremonies we are led unto the celebration of Christs death, and the benefits thereby arising unto mankind, we may hence observe the natural deadness, and stupidity of mans memory in the things of his salvation. It is a wonder how a man should forget his Redeemer that ransomed him ⟨p. 165⟩with the price of his own blood, to whom he oweth whatsoever he either is or hath, him whom each good thing we enjoy leadeth unto to the acknowledgement of. Look where we will, he is still not only in us, but before us. The wisdom of our minds, the goodness of our natures, the purposes of our wills and desires, the calmness of our consciences, the hope, and expectation of our souls and bodies, the liberty from law, and sin, what ever it is in or about us which we either know, or admire, or enjoy, or expect, he is the Treasury whence they were taken, the fullness whence they were received, the head which transferreth the hand which bestoweth them, we are on all sides compassed, and evena hedged in with his blessings; so that in this sense we may acknowledge a kind of ubiquity of Christs body, in as much as it is every where even visible, and palpable in those benefits which flow from it. And yet we like men that look on the River Nilus, and gaze wondrously on the Streams, remain still ignorant of the head, and Original from whence they issue. Thus as there is between blood, and Poison such a natural antipathy as makes them to shrink in, and retire at the presence of each other: so though each ⟨p. 166⟩good thing we enjoy serve to present that precious blood which was the price of it unto our souls, yet there is in us so much venom of sin as makes us still to remove our thoughts from so pure an object. As in the knowledge of things many men are of so narrow understandings that they are not able to raise them unto consideration of the causes of such things, whose effects they are haply better acquainted with, then wiser men; it being the work of a discursive head, to discover the secret knittings, obscure dependences, of natural things on each other:
Sixtly, in that by these frequent ceremonies we are led unto the celebration of Christs death, and the benefits thereby arising unto mankinde, we may hence observe the naturall deadnes, and stupidity of mans memory in the things of his salvation. It is a wonder how a man should forget his Redeemer that ransomed him