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Ultima, = the last things in reference to the first and middle things
Ultima, = the last things in reference to the first and middle things: or certain meditations on life, death, judgement, hell, right purgatory, and heaven: delivered by Isaac Ambrose, minister of the Gospel at Preston in Amoundernes in Lancashire.
London: printed for J.A., 1650
Title page typeset from the transcription.
Right Purgatory. › Had purged.]Right Purgatorie. › Had purged.]
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.
Can we any more? yes, after all these showers of blood, here is one more effusion; for after his death,1 One of the soldiers with a spear pierced his side, and forthwith came there ••t blood and water, Joh. 19.34.2 The Soldier that gave this wound (they say) was a blind man, but our Saviours blood springing out on his eyes, restored him to his sight, and so he became a Convert, a Bishop, and a Martyr: a strange cure, where the Physician ⟨p. 184⟩must bleed, but so full of virtue was this blood, that by it we are all saved. And yet (O Saviour) why didst thou flow to us in so many streams of blood? one drop had been enough for the world, but thy love is without measure. Physicians are usually liberal of other mens blood, but sparing of their own; here it is not so: for in stead of the Patients arm, it is the Physicians own side that bleeds; in stead of a lancet here is a spear, and that in the hand of a blind Chirurgeon: yet as blind as he was, how right doth he hit the very vein of his heart? that heart where never dwelt deceit, see how how it runs blood and water for our sins, here is the fountain of his Sacraments, the beginning of our happiness: O gate of heaven! O window of Paradise! O place of refuge! O tower of strength! O sanctuary of the just! O flourishing bed of the Spouse of Solomon! who is not ravished at the running of this stream? me thinks I still see the blood gushing out of his sides, more freshly and fully then those sweet golden streams which run out of Eden to water the whole world. But is it his hearts blood? what? keeps he nothing whole without him, nor within him? his Apostles are scattered in the garden, his garments at the cross, his blood how many wheres? his skin they have rent with their whips, his ears with their blasphemies, his back with their furrows, his hands and feet with their nails, and will they yet have his heart too cloven with a spear? what a wonderful thing is this, that after all those sufferings he must have one wound more? why (Lord) what means this open cleft and wound within thee? what means this stream and river of thy hearts-blood? O it is I that sinned, and to wash it away, his heart runs blood and water in abundance.