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Two sermons, of Jonahs punishmentTwo sermons, of Ionahs punishment
Two sermons, of Jonahs punishment ; Four sermons preached by Master Henry Smith ; and published by a more perfect copy then heretofore.Two sermons, of Ionahs punishment ; Foure sermons preached by Maister Henry Smith ; and published by a more perfect copie then heretofore.
London: printed by T.D. for Cuthbert Burby, 1607
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 burned in him, even to the bottom of hell, and deep sink of confusion: it wrapped him in the chains of eternal death: it 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 greife in comparison of the rest: behold therefore (if your wearie eyes will suffer you to behold) the depth of all miseries yet behind: the sinne that he hated, he must take vpon his owne body, and beare the wrath of his Father powred out against it. This is the fulnesse of all paines that compassed him round about, which no tongue is able to vtter, or heart conceiue: the anger of the Father burned in him, euen to the bottome of hell, and deepe sinke of confusion: it wrapped him in the chaines of eternall death: it crucified him, and threwe him downe into the bottomlesse pit of calamitie, and made his soule by weeping and wayling to melt into these bitter teares trickling from his eyes: O God my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
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