A26344:108
God's anger
God's anger ; and, Man's comfort two sermons / preached and published by Tho. Adams.
London: printed by Tho. Maxey for Samuel Man, 1652
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How happily do these comforts meet with those sorrows! we are troubled with the sense of our sins, and of Gods Judgment upon them: how should his Justice acquit us? yet there is comfort; the Lord is gracious, and cannot deny himself. But we are unworthy of this grace, because we have turned it into wantonness: yet there is comfort: he is merciful, and showeth most pity where is most need. But we have multiplied offences, and continued in our sins to our grey hairs: yet there is comfort: He is slow to anger, evermore blessed for his long sufferance. But our iniquities be not of an ordinary quality, they are heinous and intolerable: yet there is comfort, for he is of great kindness; our wickedness cannot be so great as his kindness: of that there is no comprehension. But we are out of his favour, because he hath smitten us, our bodies with sore diseases, our souls with agonies, our families with privations: yet their is comfort, he will repent of the evil. In the hour of death, when the senses are past working, the understanding asleep, the body in a cold and benumbed sweat, these comforts ⟨p. 66⟩never leave us, Return unto thy rest, O my soul.1
How happily do these comforts meet with those sorrowes! we are troubled with the sense of our sins, and of Gods Judgment upon them: how should his Justice acquit us? yet there is comfort; the Lord is gracious, and cannot deny himself. But we are unworthy of this grace, because wee have turned it into wantonnesse: yet there is comfort: he is mercifull, and sheweth most pity where is most need. But we have multiplied offences, and continued in our sins to our gray hairs: yet there is comfort: He is slow to anger, evermore blessed for his long sufferance. But our iniquities be not of an ordinary quality, they are hainous and intolerable: yet there is comfort, for he is of great kindnesse; our wickednesse cannot be so great as his kindnesse: of that there is no comprehension. But we are out of his favour, because he hath smitten us, our bodies with sore diseases, our souls with agonies, our families with privations: yet their is comfort, he will repent of the evil. In the hour of death, when the senses are past working, the understanding asleep, the body in a cold and benummed sweat, these comforts ⟨p. 66⟩never leave us, Return unto thy rest, O my soul.