A39690:222
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.
And when the Lord hearkened to thy cry, and showed thee mercy, when he drew thee off from the world into thy closet, and there treated with thee in secret, when he was working up thy heart to the terms of his Covenant, and made thee willing to accept Christ upon his own terms: O then how heartily didst thou submit to his yoke as most reasonable and easy, as at that time it seemed to thee.
And when the Lord hearkned to thy cry, and shewed thee mercy, when he drew thee off from the world into thy closet, and there treated with thee in secret, when he was working up thy heart to the terms of his Covenant, and made thee willing to accept Christ upon his own terms: O then how heartily didst thou submit to his yoak as most reasonable and easie, as at that time it seemed to thee.
Call to mind these days, the secret places where Christ and you made the ⟨p. 72⟩bargain. Have not these words, or words to this sense, been whispered by thee into his ear with a dropping eye, and melting heart?
Call to mind these dayes, the secret places where Christ and you made the ⟨p. 72⟩bargain. Have not these words, or words to this sense, been whispered by thee into his ear with a dropping eye, and melting heart?
Lord Jesus, here am I a poor guilty sinner, deeply laden with sin, fear and trouble upon one hand, and there is a just God, a severe Law, and everlasting burnings on the other hand; but blessed be God, O blessed be God for Jesus the Mediator, who interposeth betwixt me and it. Thou art the only door of hope at which I can escape, thy blood the only means of my pardon and salvation. Thou hast said, Come unto me all ye that Labour and are heavy Laden. Thou hast promised that he that cometh to thee shall in no wise be cast out.