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I Am by Office a Remembrancer, the Lords Remembrancer for you and your Remembrancer in the behalf of Christ. My business is, with the Apostle, to stir up your pure minds by way of Remembrance. And what or whom should I remember you of, but your mindful Friend, your Intercessor with the Father, who hath you always in remembrance, appearing in the presence of God for you? May his memory ever live in our hearts, though mine should die: Oh remember his Love more than Wine, remember in what a case he found you, and yet nothing could annihilate his heart, nor divert the purpose of his Love from you: He loathed not your Rags nor your Rottenness: he found you in a loathsome vomit and filthiness, in a nasty and verminous tatters, (think not these expressions too odious: no Pen can describe, no heart can imagine the odiousness of sin in his sight, in which you lay and rolled your selves as the filthy Swine in the mire) yet he pitied you, his Bowels were moved, and his Compassions were kindled, when one would have thought his wrath should have boiled and his indignation have burned down to Hell against you: he loathed not but loved you, and washed you from your sins in his own Blood: Ah monstrous and polluted Captives? ah vile and putrid Carcasses? that ever the holy Jesus should take the hands of you, and shou•d his own self wash you, and wrinse you! merh•nks I see him weeping over you; and yet it was a more costly Bath by which he cleansed you. Ah Sinners! look upon the streaming Blood flowing out warm from his blessed Body, to fetch out the ingrained filthiness that you ⟨p. 39⟩by sin had contracted. Alas! what a horrid filthiness in sin, that nothing but the blood of the Covenant could wash away! and what a love is Christs, than when no Soap nor Nitre could suffice to cleanse us, when a whole Ocean could not wash nor purify us, would open every vein of his heart to do the work! look upon your crucified Lord: do you not see a sacred stream flowing out of every Member? ah, how those holy hands, those unerring Feet do run a stream to purge us! Alas, how that innocent Back doth bleed with cruel scourgings to save ours! how the great drops of blood fall to the ground from his sacred Face in his miraculous sweat, in his bitter and bloody Agony, to wash and beautify ours! how his wounded hearts and side twice pierced, first with love and pity;

I Am by Office a Remembrancer, the Lords Remembrancer for you and your Remembrancer in the behalf of Christ. My business is, with the Apostle, to stir up your pure minds by way of Remembrance. And what or whom should I remember you of, but your mindful Friend, your Intercessour with the Father, who hath you always in remembrance, appearing in the presence of God for you? May his memory ever live in our hearts, though mine should die: Oh remember his Love more than Wine, remember in what a case he found you, and yet nothing could anihilate his heart, nor divert the purpose of his Love from you: He loathed not your Rags nor your Rottenness: he found you in a loathsome vomit and filthiness, in a nasty and verminous tatters, (think not these expressions too odious: no Pen can describe, no heart can imagine the odiousness of sin in his sight, in which you lay and rolled your selves as the filthy Swine in the mire) yet he pitied you, his Bowels were moved, and his Compassions were kindled, when one would have thought his wrath should have boiled and his indignation have burned down to Hell against you: he loathed not but loved you, and washed you from your sins in his own Blood: Ah monstrous and polluted Captives? ah vile and putrid Carkases? that ever the holy Jesus should take the hands of you, and shoud his own self wash you, and wrinse you! merhnks I see him weeping over you; and yet it was a more costly Bath by which he cleansed you. Ah Sinners! look upon the streaming Blood flowing out warm from his blessed Body, to setch out the ingrained filthiness that you