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An account of the life and death of Mr. Philip Henry, minister of the…
An account of the life and death of Mr. Philip Henry, minister of the gospel near Whitechurch in Shropshire, who died June 24, 1696, in the sixty fifth year of his ageAn account of the life and death of Mr. Philip Henry, minister of the gospel near Whitechurch in Shropshire, who dy'd June 24, 1696, in the sixty fifth year of his age
London: printed for Tho. Parkhurst, 1698
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When he went to Oxford, and preached there before the University in Christ-Church, as he did several times, his Labours were not only very acceptable, but successful too; particularly one Sermon which he preached there, on Prov. 14. 9. Fools make a mock at sin; for which Sermon, a young Master of Arts came to his Chamber afterwards to return him thanks, and to acknowledge the good Impressions, which Divine Grace by that Sermon had made upon his Soul, which he hoped he should never forget.
When he went to Oxford, and preach'd there before the University in Christ-Church, as he did several times, his Labours were not only very acceptable, but successful too; particularly one Sermon which he preach'd there, on Prov. 14. 9. Fools make a mock at sin; for which Sermon, a young Master of Arts came to his Chamber afterwards to return him thanks, and to acknowledge the good Impressions, which Divine Grace by that Sermon had made upon his Soul, which he hoped he should never forget.
In his Diary, he frequently records the frame of his Spirit in studying and preaching. Sometimes blessing God for signal help vouchsafed, and owning him the Lord God of all his Enlargements; at other times, complaining of great deadness and straitness. It is a wonder (saith he) that I can speak of Eternal things, with so little Sense of the reality of them. Lord, strengthen that which remains, which is ready to die. And he once writes thus upon a studying Day; I forgot explicitly and expressly when I began to crave help from God, and the Chariot Wheels drove accordingly. Lord, forgive my Omissions, and keep me in the way of Duty.
As to the state of his Soul in these Years, it should seem by his Diary, that he was exercised with some Doubts and Fears concerning it. I think, (saith he) never did any poor Creature pass through such a mixture of Hope and Fear, Joy and Sadness, Assurance and Doubting, down and up, as I have done these Years past—(The Notice of this may be of use to poor drooping Christians, that they may know their Case is not singular;