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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.
Take a taste of it, Job. 18.8. when he himself was in that Agony, and when he suffered himself to be hailed before the Judges, and to dye, yet you see how chary he was over his Disciples; why saith Christ, I am he you seek for, if therefore you seek me, let these go their way: As if he had said, I am he whom you seek, and against whom your malice goes forth, do what you will with me, but spare these, let these go (what have these done?) with Jonah, cast me into the Sea, that the storm may cease, nail me on the Cross, fling me into the grave, do with me what you will, that these may escape.
Take a taste of it, Job. 18.8. when hee himself was in that Agony, and when hee suffered himself to bee hailed before the Judges, and to dye, yet you see how chary hee was over his Disciples; why saith Christ, I am hee you seek for, if therefore you seek mee, let these go their way: As if hee had said, I am hee whom you seek, and against whom your malice goes forth, do what you will with mee, but spare these, let these go (what have these done?) with Jonah, cast mee into the Sea, that the storm may cease, nail mee on the Cross, fling mee into the grave, do with mee what you will, that these may escape.
Oh! Christ must needs be chary of them, when he would put his back between his Church and the stripes, interpose his soul between the wrath of God and them.
Oh! Christ must needs bee chary of them, when hee would put his back between his Church and the stripes, interpose his soul between the wrath of God and them.
Drink of that bitter cup that they might not taste of it, be wounded that they might be healed, bear the curse, that they might carry away the blessing, as there was no sorrow to his sorrow, so no love to his love, all loves are lost, nay, seem hatred in comparison of his.