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The dead saint speaking to saints and sinners living in several treatisesThe dead saint speaking to saints and sinners living in severall treatises
The dead saint speaking to saints and sinners living in several treatises ... : never before published / by Samuel Bolton ...The dead saint speaking to saints and sinners living in severall treatises ... : never before published / by Samuel Bolton ...
London: printed by Robert Ibbitson for Thomas Parkhurst, 1657
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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.
But not for himself, saith Daniel. But— wounded for our transgressions, ⟨p. 82⟩broken for our iniquities; The Chastisement of our peace was upon him. Faith looks upon these his sufferings, as the meriting causes of our good.
3. The Considerations of his sufferings, as effects of sin; as the effects of our sin; as that which our sins have brought upon him: Which Consideration must needs effect and break our hearts.
When the soul shall look upon Christ, and say. It was I, that have been the murderer; I, that have been the Traitor: my sins which brought all this evil on thee. I sinned, and thou sufferedst. It was I, that did eat the sour Grape; and thy teeth were set on edge. My sins were thy death: yet by thy death, thou broughtest the sinner life. I have wounded thee, yet thou hast healed me: even out of that wound which my sins have made, hast thou sent out a Plaster, even thy Blood for my sins. Oh! This must needs fill the heart with sorrow.
When the soul shall look upon Christ, and say. It was I, that have been the murderer; I, that have been the Traitor: my sins which brought all this evil on thee. I sind, and thou sufferedst. It was I, that did eat the soue Grape; and thy teeth were set en edge. My sins were thy death: yet by thy death, thou brought'st the sinner life. I have wounded thee, yet thou hast healed mee: even out of that wound which my sins have made, hast thou sent out a Plais•er, even thy Blood for my sins. Oh! This must needs fill the heart with sorrow.