A39690:71
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.
Its much more becoming a Christian ingenuously to open his troubles, than sullenly to smother them. There's no fin in complaining to God, but much wickedness in complaining of him. Griefs are eased by groans, and heart pressures relieved by utterance. This was Davids course, and constant way, who was a man of afflictions, Psal. 142. 2, 3, I poured out my complaint before him, I showed before him my trouble: when my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path.
Its much more becoming a Christian ingenuously to open his troubles, than sullenly to smother them. There's no fin in complaining to God, but much wickedness in complaining of him. Griefes are eased by groans, and heart pressures relieved by utterance. This was Davids course, and constant way, who was a man of afflictions, Psal. 142. 2, 3, I poured out my complaint before him, I shewed before him my trouble: when my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path.
To whom should children go but to their Father to make their moan? Whence may they expect relief and comfort but from him? The 102. Psalm is entitled, A Psalm for the afflicted, when he is over-whelmed, and poureth out his complaint before the Lord.
To whom should children go but to their Father to make their moan? Whence may they expect relief and comfort but from him? The 102. Psalm is intituled, A Psalm for the afflicted, when he is over-whelmed, and poureth out his complaint before the Lord.
And happy were it if every afflicted soul would choose this way to express his sorrows. Did we complain more to God, God would complain less of us, and quickly abate the matters of our complaint. O you cannot think how moving,