God's anger

1. Other Soldiers fight standing, she kneeling: They in a posture confronting their enemies, she in humiliation, though not tergiversation from ⟨p. 83⟩her opposites. They send forth their messengers of death in thundering ordnance: all her thunder is sighs and groans sent up to Heaven for mercies. They let fly their fiery Engines of destruction: she hath only her ejaculations: Her most piercing darts, be broken hearts. Their shafts are winged with fire, her arrows are feathered with water, her own soft tears. They swallow up the hope of victory with insulation: she in an humble prostration expects pity. Yet the God of all power and mercy, whom she beleaguers in Heaven, yields her the conquest. He comes from his impregnable Throne by his most gracious favour, and instead of confounding her as a Rebel, he useth her as a Friend, or Daughter. He takes her up from her knees, he wipes away all her tears, he folds her in his arms, he seals her a pardon of all sins, and assures her of an everlasting Kingdom in Heaven. O victorious Repentance! yea rather, O triumphant Goodness! O God, Teipsum vincis, thou even overcomest thy self, that thy Comforts may delight our souls.

1. Other Souldiers fight standing, she kneeling: They in a posture confronting their enemies, she in humiliation, though not tergiversation from ⟨p. 83⟩her opposites. They send forth their messengers of death in thundring ordnance: all her thunder is sighs and groans sent up to Heaven for mercies. They let flie their fiery Engines of destruction: she hath only her ejaculations: Her most piercing darts, be broken hearts. Their shafts are winged with fire, her arrows are feathered with water, her own soft tears. They swallow up the hope of victory with insulation: she in an humble prostration expects pity. Yet the God of all power and mercy, whom she beleaguers in Heaven, yeilds her the conquest. He comes from his inpregnable Throne by his most gracious favour, and insteed of confounding her as a Rebel, he useth her as a Friend, or Daughter. He takes her up from her knees, he wipes away all her tears, he folds her in his armes, he seals her a pardon of all sins, and assures her of an everlasting Kingdom in Heaven. O victorious Repentance! yea rather, O triumphant Goodnesse! O God, Teipsum vincis, thou even overcomest thy self, that thy Comforts may delight our souls.