A39690:89
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 a sin springing from ignorance. Did we know the desert of our sin, we would rather wonder to see one mercy left, than that twenty are cut off. They that know they have forfeited every mercy, should be thankful that they enjoy any, and patient when they loose many of their comforts.
Did we know God, even that Sovereign Lord at whose dispose our comforts come and go, who can the next moment blast all that remain, and turn you into hell, afterwards you would prize the mercies he yet indulges to you at an higher value. Did you understand the fickle vanishing nature of the Creature, what a flower, what a bubble it is, Oh how thankful would you be to find so many yet left in your possession!
Did we know God, even that Soveraign Lord at whose dispose our comforts come and go, who can the next moment blast all that remain, and turn you into hell, afterwards you would prize the mercies he yet indulges to you at an higher value. Did you understand the fickle vanishing nature of the Creature, what a flower, what a bubble it is, Oh how thankful would you be to find so many yet left in your possession!
Did you know the case of thousands as good, yea better than you, whose whole harvest of comfort in this world, is but an handful to the gleanings of the comforts you still enjoy, who in all their lives never were owners of such comfortable enjoyments as you now over-look, ⟨p. 25⟩surely you would not act as you do.