Sacramental meditations upon divers select places of scripture

The Sun fainted, the Heavens mourned in black, the very Rocks rent in pieces when this Tragedy was acted; and shall our hearts be more senseless and obdurate than they at the representation of it? But lo, here is more than ⟨p. 8⟩a representation; Christ is set forth in this Ordinance as Crucified for you, as suffering and enduring all this in your room and stead: Now,

The Sun fainted, the Heavens mourn'd in black, the very Rocks rent in pieces when this Tragedy was acted; and shall our hearts be more senseless and obdurate than they at the representation of it? But loe, here is more than ⟨p. 8⟩a representation; Christ is set forth in this Ordinance as Crucified for you, as suffering and enduring all this in your room and stead: Now,

Suppose, Reader, thy self to be justly Condemned to the torture of the Rack, or Strappado; and that thy Father, Brother, or dearest Friend preferring thy life to his own, would become thy [Greek or Hebrew], Ransomer, by undergoing the torment for thee; and all that is left for thee to suffer, were only by way of Sympathy with him? Suppose now thy self standing by that Engine of Torture, and beholding the members of thy dear Friend distorted, and all out of joint, hearing the doleful groans extorted by the extremity of anguish; and under all these torments, still maintaining a constant love to thee, not once repenting his torments▪ for thee; couldst thou stand there with dry eyes? could thy heart be unaffected and stupid at such a sight? Write him rather a Beast, a Stone, than a Man, that could do so.

Suppose, Reader, thy self to be justly Condemned to the torture of the Rack, or Strappado; and that thy Father, Brother, or dearest Friend preferring thy life to his own, would become thy 〈non-Latin alphabet〉, Ransomer, by undergoing the torment for thee; and all that is left for thee to suffer, were only by way of Sympathy with him? Suppose now thy self standing by that Engine of Torture, and beholding the members of thy dear Friend distorted, and all out of joynt, hearing the doleful groans extorted by the extremity of anguish; and under all these torments, still maintaining a constant love to thee, not once repenting his torments for thee; couldst thou stand there with dry eyes? could thy heart be unaffected and stupid at such a sight? Write him rather a Beast, a Stone, than a Man, that could do so.