God's anger

There is combustion of these thoughts within us, till God part the fray, and pacify the tumult: as when scholars are loud in brawls, the very sight of their master husheth them. When my heart, like the sea in a storm, is troubled; the winds raging, the waves roaring; Thy comforts, like Christs command, ⟨p. 69⟩turns all into a calm. I thought on thee in the night season, and received comfort. In the night, the region of fear: in darkness, the opportunity of despair: in solitariness, the full advantage of sorrow: upon an unsleeping bed, the field of troublous thoughts: yet I did but think on thee, and before I came to meditate, to pray, to send up my soul unto thee, in that first thought I received comfort. O how short do all worldly things come of this sufficiency? If the heart be wounded with sorrow, in vain is all the Chirurgery of nature. Gold is no restorative, riches no cordial, yea they may be a corrosive: we say to wine, thy spirits are dull; to laughter, thou art mad: music grates the ear, and physic loathes the palate: company is tedious, and solitude dangerous: alas, what hope can there be, till the God of comfort comes? Sauls evil spirit will not leave him, till he be dispossessed by Davids harp: we find as much ease, when we rest our hearts upon temporal things, as he that laid him down to rest upon the cold earth, with a pitcher under his head: and finding the pillow too hard, he rose and stopped it with feathers, thinking that then it would be wondrous easy. So be all temporary things to the soul, even when they are filled with the choicest mirth, nothing but vanity and vexation of spirit: not only vanity in their entertainment, but vexation in their farewell. Yet, O Lord, Thy comforts

There is combustion of these thoughts within us, til God part the fray, and pacifie the tumult: as when scholers are loud in brawls, the very sight of their master husheth them. When my heart, like the sea in a storm, is troubled; the winds raging, the waves roring; Thy comforts, like Christs command, ⟨p. 69⟩turns all into a calme. I thought on thee in the night season, and received comfort. In the night, the region of fear: in darknesse, the opportunity of despaire: in solitarinesse, the full advantage of sorrow: upon an unsleeping bed, the field of troublous thoughts: yet I did but think on thee, and before I came to meditate, to pray, to send up my soul unto thee, in that first thought I received comfort. O how short do all worldly things come of this sufficiency? If the heart bee wounded with sorrow, in vain is all the Chirurgery of nature. Gold is no restorative, riches no cordial, yea they may be a corrosive: wee say to wine, thy spirits are dull; to laughter, thou art mad: musick grates the ear, and physick loathes the palate: company is tedious, and solitude dangerous: alas, what hope can there be, till the God of comfort comes? Sauls evil spirit will not leave him, til he be dispossessed by Davids harpe: wee finde as much ease, when wee rest our hearts upon temporall things, as hee that laid him downe to rest upon the cold earth, with a pitcher under his head: and finding the pillow too hard, he rose and stopped it with feathers, thinking that then it would be wondrous easie. So be all temporary things to the soul, even when they are filled with the choicest mirth, nothing but vanity and vexation of spirit: not only vanity in their entertainment, but vexation in their farewell. Yet, O Lord, Thy comforts