God's anger

Here is a twofold Army, one marching against another: Seditio, and Sedatio: an insurrection, and a debellation; a tumult, and the appeasing of it: a band of thoughts assaulting, and an Host of comforts repelling, resisting, protecting. There is a multitude of those thoughts, and no less is the number of these comforts. Those troublous thoughts have got into the citadel of the heart, Apud me, within me: and these consolatory forces have entered as far, even into the soul; They delight my soul. Those thoughts ⟨p. 42⟩fight under the colours of flesh and blood, but these comforts under the Banner of God; They are My thoughts, but Thy comforts: the cogitations of man, the consolations of Jesus Christ.

Here is a twofold Army, one marching against another: Seditio, and Sedatio: an insurrection, and a debellation; a tumult, and the appeasing of it: a band of thoughts assaulting, and an Host of comforts repelling, resisting, protecting. There is a multitude of those thoughts, and no lesse is the number of these comforts. Those troublous thoughts have got into the citadel of the heart, Apud me, within me: and these consolatory forces have entred as farr, even into the soul; They delight my soul. Those thoughts ⟨p. 42⟩fight under the colours of flesh and blood, but these comforts under the Banner of God; They are My thoughts, but Thy comforts: the cogitations of man, the consolations of Jesus Christ.

1. Look upon the adversary power; In the multitude of my thoughts within me. 1. O that they were some external grievances, a foreign war, no domestic, intestine, civill broils; not turbulent thoughts. 2. Or if they be thoughts, rebellious, heart-breaking cogitations; yet that there were but some few of them, that they might be sooner suppressed; not so numerous, not a multitude of thoughts. 3. Or if they must be thoughts, and a multitude; yet that they had chosen some other place to rise in, not my Heart, the Fort, or Court, or Bedchamber of my spirit; that they had not presumed unto so bold approaches, as to mutine Apud me, within my heart, nearer and closer to me then mine own bowels. But now, to be Thoughts, of so tumultuous a nature: Multitudes, of so mighty a number: Within me, of so fearful a danger; without vent, composition, or quiet; here is a full anxiety.