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Christians, your eyes are not your own; we are commanded to rejoice with them that rejoice, and to weep with those that weep in point of affection, we should he like the primitive Christians, have all things in common; we should joy our brethren's joys, mourn their sorrows, lament their sufferings, and endeavour their comfort as our own, else we turn engrossers, yea, we become guilty of Sacrilege in robbing one another of divine treasure; our comforts are not given us for our selves only, but for the afflicted: Saints they have a common right one to another's graces, comforts and experiences, and Christs word should always sound in our ears, Strengthen thy brethren. How ornamental were those Christians in the once famous Roman Church, of whom the Apostle presumeth, I my self also am persuaded of you, my brethren, ¹that ye also are full of goodness, filled with all knowledge, able also to admonish one another: Oh that as many as do abound in abilities, would pray for wisdom to parcel out those abilities into all the Christian Offices commended to them by the Holy Ghost in their several seasons: To warn the unruly, comfort the feeble-minded, support the weak, &c. Oh how beautiful are the feet of those Christians, ²who are ready to every good work, as the hand in joint ready to turn every way for the use and service of the body? A Christian should never be unfurnished of a reproof for sinners, nor of a word of comfort for distressed Saints. Let none have cause from thee in their sorrows to complain, as the blubbered ⟨p. 152⟩Church in the Lamentation, saying, There is none to comfort me. Oh that Christians would study to show themselves good Scribes instructed to the Kingdom of God, bringing out of their treasures things new and old! Be not of the Sect of the stony-hearted Levite, that had not one drop of pity to pour into the wounded Traveller, lest thy wounds another day (as so many mouths) plead for pity to deaf ears: Hast thou not thy self been comforted in thy troubles? ³Hath not Christ made good that great promise, I will not leave thee comfortless, I will come unto thee? How often have the everlasting arms kept thy soul from sinking! How frequently have the Messengers of Christ refreshed thy weary soul! And hast thou forgot those arms of mercy, as not to help thy brother with thy little finger!