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Light from heaven discovering the fountain opened. Angels acclamations. Churches riches. Rich poverty. In…Light from heaven discovering the fountaine opened. Angels acclamations. Churches riches. Rich povertie. In…
Light from heaven discovering the fountain opened. Angels acclamations. Churches riches. Rich poverty. In four treatises. By the late learned and reverend divine, Rich. Sibs, Doctor in Divinity, Master of Katherine Hall in Cambridge, and sometimes preacher at Gray's-Inn. Published according to the authors own appointment, subscribed with his hand; to prevent imperfect copies.Light from heaven discovering the fountaine opened. Angels acclamations. Churches riches. Rich povertie. In foure treatises. By the late learned and reverend divine, Rich. Sibs, Doctor in Divinitie, Master of Katherine Hall in Cambridge, and sometimes preacher at Grayes-Inne. Published according to the authors owne appointment, subscribed with his hand; to prevent imperfect copies.
London: printed by E. Purslow and Richard Badger for N. Bourne, 1638
THE RICH POVERTY: OR, The Poor-mans Riches.THE RICH POVERTY: OR, The Poore-mans Riches.
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.
The use of it may be to comfort us against evil times, against the time to come; Let us cast our care upon God he will care for us, he will be with us, and ⟨p. 92⟩stand by us: he will never forsake us in the worst times. Nay his fashion is to deal with his children, as becometh his infinite wisdom, that they shall find most comfort, and sweetest communion with him in the hardest times. Therefore let us fear nothing that shall befall us with slavish fear, let us fear nothing whatsoever in this world, as long as we are in covenant with God, come what will. It is a great honour to God to trust him with all for the time to come: let us do our duty, and not be afraid of this, or that, as long (I say) as we have God in covenant with us, who is all sufficient. What should we be afraid of? Can a mother forget her child (saith the Prophet) If she should yet will not I forget thee, thou art written on the palms of my hands. Those things that are in the palms of our hands, we have ever in our eye. God hath us in his eye; he sets his children before him alway: how can he forget them? How can Christ forget his Church? He carries them in his breast• as the high Priest had the names of the twelve Tribes on his breast in twelve precious stones, when he went into the Holy of Holies. Christ carries our names in his heart: how can he forget us then? Let kingdoms dash one against another, and let the world tumble upon heaps; let there be what confusion of States there will,1 God certainly will have a care of his Jewels.2 I will leave (in spite of all the world) in the middest of thee, 3an afflicted and poor people. &c.
The use of it may be to comfort us against evill times, against the time to come; Let us cast our care upon God he will care for us, he will be with us, and ⟨p. 92⟩stand by us: he will never forsake us in the worst times. Nay his fashion is to deale with his children, as becommeth his infinit wisdome, that they shall finde most comfort, and sweetest communion with him in the hardest times. Therefore let us feare nothing that shall befall us with slavish fear, let us feare nothing whatsoever in this world, as long as we are in covenant with God, come what will. It is a great honour to God to trust him with all for the time to come: let us doe our duty, and not be afraid of this, or that, as long (I say) as we have God in covenant with us, who is al sufficient. What should we be afraid of? Can a mother forget her child (saith the Prophet) If she should yet will not I forget thee, thou art written on the plmes of my hands. Those things that are in the plmes of our hands, we have ever in our eye. God hath us in his eye; he sets his children before him alway: how can he forget them? How can Christ forget his Church? He carries them in his breast as the high Priest had the names of the twelve Tribes on his breast in twelve precious stones, when he went into the Holy of Holies. Christ carries our names in his heart: how can he forget us then? Let kingdomes dash one against another, and let the world tumble upon heapes; let there be what confusion of States there will,