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A token for mourners, or, The advice of Christ to a distressed mother bewailing…
A token for mourners, or, The advice of Christ to a distressed mother bewailing the death of her dear and only son wherein the boundaries of sorrow are duly fixed, excesses restrained, the common pleas answered, and divers rules for the support of Gods afflicted ones prescribed / by J.F.
London: printed for Robert Boulter, 1674
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.
Or if thou darest not wholly neglect thy duty, yet thy affliction spoils the success and comfort of it; thy heart is wandering, dead, distracted in prayer and meditation, so that thou hast no relief or comfort from it.
Or if thou darest not wholly neglect thy duty, yet thy affliction spoyles the success and comfort of it; thy heart is wandering, dead, distracted in prayer and meditation, so that thou hast no relief or comfort from it.
Rouse up thy self Christian and consider, This is not right. Surely the rod works not kindly now. What did thy love to God expire, when thy friend expired? Is thy heart as cold in duty, as his body is in the grave? Hath natural death seized him, and spiritual deadness seized thee? Sure then thou hast more reason to lament thy dead heart, than thy dead friend. Divert the stream of thy troubles speedily, and labour to recover thy self out of this temper quickly; least sad experience ⟨p. 31⟩shortly tell thee, that what thou now mournest for, is but a trifle to that that thou shalt mourn for hereafter. To loose the heavenly warmth and spiritual liveliness of thy affections, is undoubtedly a far more considerable loss, than to loose the wife of thy bosom, or the sweetest child that ever a tender parent laid in the grave.
Rouze up thy self Christian and consider, This is not right. Surely the rod works not kindly now. What did thy love to God expire, when thy friend expired? Is thy heart as cold in duty, as his body is in the grave? Hath natural death seized him, and spiritual deadness seized thee? Sure then thou hast more reason to lament thy dead heart, than thy dead friend. Divert the stream of thy troubles speedily, and labour to recover thy self out of this temper quickly; least sad experience ⟨p. 31⟩shortly tell thee, that what thou now mournest for, is but a trifle to that that thou shalt mourn for hereafter. To loose the heavenly warmth and spiritual liveliness of thy affections, is undoubtedly a far more considerable loss, than to loose the wife of thy bosom, or the sweetest child that ever a tender parent laid in the grave.