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The sermons of M. John Calvin, upon the Epistle of S. Paul too the…The sermons of M. Iohn Caluin, vpon the Epistle of S. Paule too the…
The sermons of M. John Calvin, upon the Epistle of S. Paul too the Ephesians. Translated out of French into English by Arthur GoldingThe sermons of M. Iohn Caluin, vpon the Epistle of S. Paule too the Ephesians. Translated out of French into English by Arthur Golding
London: printed by Thomas Dawson for Lucas Harison, 1577
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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.
insomuch that whereas it was no robbery in him to be equal with God,1 because he was in the shape of God, yet abased he himself by taking upon him the shape of a servant, and that so far,2 as he crieth out in the Psalm, I am a worm, and no man, a very scorning stock of men, and an outcast of the people. If the terror of Gods wrath for sin do abash our harts, so did it abash his: and that so sore, as he was fain too cry out,3 O God my God, why hast thou forsaken me? If we suffer want and penury, so did he: for he had not whereon too rest his head. Finally he became like unto us in all things, saving only in sin,4 to the intent that we having a High priest which could be touched with the feeling of our infirmities, might boldly press to the throne of grace, to obtain mercy and favour,5 to our relief and help in dew time. Assuring our selves that if we fashion our selves like unto his image in sufferance, in patience, in humility, in faith, in hope, in love, and in resistance of sin, we shall also be made like unto him in glory.
insomuch that wheras it was no robberie in him to bee equall with God,1 bycause he was in the shape of God, yit abaced he himselfe by taking vppon him the shape of a seruant, and that so farre,2 as he cryeth out in the Psalme, I am a worme, and no man, a very scorning stocke of men, and an outcast of the people. If the terrour of Gods wrath for sin doo abash our harts, so did it abash his: and that so sore, as he was fayne too crye out,3 O God my God, why hast thou forsaken mee? If wee suffer want and penury, so did he: for he had not whereon too rest his head. Finally he became lyke vnto vs in all things, sauing onely in sinne,