A26344:88
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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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.
The thoughts of fear are troublesome enough ⟨p. 48⟩as the ill affections of the spleen do mingle themselves with every infirmity of the body: no less doth fear insinuate it self into every passion of the mind. David might find this complication in his thoughts: I will please Saul with my harp: but then fear replies, he will strike me through with his Javelin. He will give me his own daughter in marriage: but fear says again, How if this prove a fatal dowry, if this match be my snare! I will refuge my self with Achish at Gath: yet what trust is there in Infidels? I will lie hidden in Keilah, or Hachilah; but fear suggests, How if the Ziphites discover me? What shall I do? whither shall I go? where shall I rest? These were thoughts that stood in great need of comfort.
The thoughts of fear are troublesome enough ⟨p. 48⟩as the ill affections of the spleen do mingle themselves with every infirmity of the body: no lesse doth fear infinuate it self into every passion of the mind. David might find this complication in his thoughts: I will please Saul with my harpe: but then fear replies, he will strike me through with his Javelin. He will give me his own daughter in marriage: but fear says again, How if this prove a fatall dowry, if this match be my snare! I will refuge my self with Achish at Gath: yet what trust is there in Infidels? I will lie hidden in Keilah, or Hachilah; but fear suggests, How if the Ziphites discover me? What shall I do? whither shall I go? where shall I rest? These were thoughts that stood in great need of comfort.
The thoughts of sorrow are yet more distractive; and such were this royal Prophets: as our vulgar reads; In the multitude of the sorrows that I had in my heart. What was the cause of those griefs: The slipping of his foot, his errors, his deviations, his sins. Other sorrows may disquiet the soul: none but these have the promise to be comforted. As in martyrdom, it is not the sword or torture; not what we suffer, but why, that makes us martyrs. So in our sorrows, it is not how deep they penetrate, or how sharply they cruciate, but wherefore, that approves their goodness. If our sins be the why of our sorrows, we are blessed. Blessed are they that thus mourn, for they shall be comforted. Vain