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Four sermons preachedFoure sermons preached
Four sermons preached by Master Henry Smith. And published by a more perfect copy then heretoforeFoure sermons preached by Master Henry Smith. And published by a more perfect copie then heretofore
London: printed by P. Short for Cuthbert Burby and William Leake, 1599London: printed by P. Short for Cutbert Burby and William Leake, 1599
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.
This though it were exceeding, yet it was not all, no, it was but a taste of grief in comparison of the rest: behold therefore (if your weary eyes will suffer you to behold) the depth of all miseries yet behind: the sin that he hated, he must take upon his own body, and bear the wrath of his father poured out against it. This is the fullness of all pains that compassed him round about, which no tongue is able to utter, or heart conceive: the anger of the father burneth in him, even to the bottom of hell, and deep sink of confusion: it wrapped him in the chains of eternal death: it ⟨image 11⟩crucified him, and threw him down into the bottomless pit of calamity, and made his soul by weeping and wailing to melt into these bitter tears trickling from his eyes: O God my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
This though it were exceeding, yet it was not all, no, it was but a taste of griefe in comparison of the rest: beholde therefore (if your wearie eyes will suffer you to behold) the depth of all miseries yet behind: the sinne that he hated, hee must take vpon his owne bodie, and beare the wrath of his father powred out against it. This is the fulnesse of al paynes that compassed him rounde about, which no tongue is able to vtter, or heart conceiue: the anger of the father burneth in him, euen to the bottome of hel, and deepe sinke of confusion: it wrapped him in the chaines of eternall death: it ⟨image 11⟩crucified him, and threw him downe into the bottomlesse pit of calamity, and made his soule by weeping and vvailing to melt into these bitter teares trickling from his eyes: O God my God, why hast thou for saken me?
O that my head were a well of waters, and a fountain of tears, that I might weep day & night at the remembrance hereof: but least I linger too long about one flower, while I have many to gather, I vvill conclude this point thus in a word: Sith Christ hath suffered these, and an infinite number such like torments for our sakes, it is blasphemous once to dream or imagine any to be more willing to help us than he: nay, he is more ready to hear our prayers, than we to offer them unto him, insomuch as he complaineth by the Prophet Isaiah: I have been found of them which sought