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The Morning exercise [at] Cri[ppleg]ate, or, Several cases of conscience practically resolved
The Morning exercise [at] Cri[ppleg]ate, or, Several cases of conscience practically resolved by sundry ministers, September 1661.
London: printed for Joshua Kirton and Nathaniel Webb, 1661
Sermon 5: How may we be so Spiritual, as to check Sin in the first risings of it?
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.
1 Of the same nature, Ex. gr. Catch thy worldly sorrow at the rise, and turn thy mourning into godly sorrow. If thou must needs weep, weep for some what that deserves it. Be the occasion of thy grief what it will, loss of estate, relations, &c. I am sure thy sins are a juster occasion, for they brought that occasion of mourning upon thee, be it what it will, that thou art now in tears for. Art thou troubled at ⟨p. 102⟩any danger, full of fears, heart-aching, and confusion? O forget not the Mother-evil, sin, let that have but it's due share, and there will not be much left to spare of these affections for other things.
1 Of the same nature, Ex. gr. Catch thy worldly sorrow at the rise, and turn thy mourning into godly sorrow. If thou must needs weep, weep for some what that deserves it. Be the occasion of thy grief what it will, losse of estate, relations, &c. I am sure thy sins are a juster occasion, for they brought that occasion of mourning upon thee, be it what it will, that thou art now in tears for. Art thou troubled at ⟨p. 102⟩any danger, full of fears, heart-aking, and confusion? O forget not the Mother-evill, sinne, let that have but it's due share, and there will not be much left to spare of these affections for other things.
Is thy desire, thy love, thy joy too busy about some earthly trifle, some temporal good thing? Pray them to look up a little, and behold thy God, who is altogether lovely, in whose presence is fullness of joy, and at whose right hand are pleasures for evermore, Psal. 16.11. and let everlasting shame stop thy mouth, if thou darest affirm any thing in this wretched world worthy to be named once with the living God for Rivalship, and competition in thy heart, asure I am he is the fountain and measure of all goodness. Let but the first and sovereign Good, have its due of thy love and desire, thy delight and joy, and the remainder will be little enough for thy creature-comforts. Oh how great a folly is it to dote on husks, and overlook the bread in thy fathers house,