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Sacramental meditations upon divers select places of scripture
Sacramental meditations upon divers select places of scripture wherein believers are assisted in preparing their hearts, and exciting their affections and graces, when they draw nigh to God in that most awful and solemn ordinance of the Lords Supper / by Jo. Flavel ...
London: printed for Jacob Sampson, 1679
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.
He suffered in his Body the most exquisite torments; the Cross was a cruel Engine of torment, and more so to him than any other, by reason of the excellent Crasis and temperament of his Body, and his most acute and delicate sense; for as the School-men truly say, He was optime complectionatus, of the most exact and exquisite Complexion; and his senses remained acute and vigorous, no way blunted, during the whole time of his sufferings, but full of life and sense to the last gasp, as may be gathered from Mark. 15. 39. When the Centurion which stood over against him, saw that he so cried out, and gave up the ghost; he said, Truly this was the Son of God.
He suffered in his Body the most exquisite torments; the Cross was a cruel Engine of torment, and more so to him than any other, by reason of the excellent Crasis and temperament of his Body, and his most acute and delicate sense; for as the School-men truly say, He was optime complectionatus, of the most exact and exquisite Complexion; and his senses remained acute and vigorous, no way blunted, during the whole time of his sufferings, but full of life and sense to the last gasp, as may be gather'd from Mark. 15. 39. When the Centurion which stood over against him, saw that he so cried out, and gave up the ghost; he said, Truly this was the Son of God.
He suffered in his soul; yea, the sufferings of his soul, were the very soul of his sufferings; he felt in his inner man the exquisite torments and ⟨p. 112⟩inexpressible anguish of the wrath of God. Hence was that preternatural bloody sweat in the Garden; and hence that heart-rending out-cry upon the Cross, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?