Certain devout prayers of Mr. Bolton upon solemn occasions. PublishedCertaine devout prayers of Mr. Bolton upon solemne occasions. Published

It is a heavy judgement, and horrible sickness, which devours now and eats up thy people in our chief City: And is fearfully scattered in many places abroad: It is called thine hand, thy sword, the stroke of thine Angel, the snare of the Fowler, the noisome Pestilence, the terror by night, the arrow that flieth by day, the destruction that wasteth by noon-day, and walketh in the darkness. O Lord our God, let us be humbled proportionably to the extraordinary ⟨p. 210⟩terror of thy heavy hand.

It is a heavy judgement, and horrible sicknesse, which devoures now and eates up thy people in our chiefe City: And is fearefully scattered in many places abroad: It is called thine hand, thy sword, the stroake of thine Angell, the snare of the Fowler, the noysome Pestilence, the terrour by night, the arrow that flieth by day, the destruction that wasteth by noone-day, and walketh in the darknesse. O Lord our God, let us be humbled proportionably to the extraordinary ⟨p. 210⟩terror of thy heavie hand.

Thou Lord art acquainted with the anguish of all hearts, with the griefs, and groans, the necessities, and wants of all distressed ones. And all those poor souls that are still afflicted under thy mighty hand, with the grievous Pestilence in any part of this Kingdom▪ lie in a most rueful, comfortless, and desolate state, ordinarily they are destitute of all outward comforts; they want the Physicians both of soul and body, ⟨p. 211⟩the presence, and comforts of their friends, neighbours, and all those who are dearest unto them. They are vexed with the rage of a horrible disease, assaulted with the fearful sight of all their sins, the pangs of death, and terror of thy dreadful Tribunal, we humbly beseech thee most merciful Lord, to ease, comfort, succour, and relieve them all, far above that which we can either think, or speak in their behalf.