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God's call to England, for thankfulness after gracious deliverances
God's call to England, for thankfulness after gracious deliverances wherein is showed, that our deliverances, not answered with reformation, will be followed with sorest destruction / by Thomas Gouge.God's call to England, for thankfulness after gracious deliverances wherein is shewed, that our deliverances, not answered with reformation, will be followed with sorest destruction / by Thomas Gouge.
London: printed for John Hancock, 1680
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.
The most barbarous Inhabitants of the world can't parallel their inhumane Massacres: the most desperate wretches in Hell can't exceed their practised Cruelties. These Hell-bred Salamanders delight only in ruining fires; these patrisating Children of the grand Murderer, love no drink like the fulsome liquor of Innocents blood; these Apostates from humane nature, can solace themselves with no pleasures like the tormenting butcherings of harmless Saints. How ⟨p. 99⟩cruel are their tender mercies! how savage is their sweetest carriage to those that submit not to that burdensome yoke that neither we nor our Fathers could bear! What love can answer the kindness of our God in giving escapes from these merciless Lions, from these pictures of malicious Satan, and fire-breathing Dragons of the infernal Pit? Can we do less than make our selves complete Holocausts by the flames of ascending affections, to our gracious God, who hath delivered us from being Sacrifices to these most cruel beasts of prey? Had not these men been thus degenerated from merciful Humanity into belluine Ferocity, they could never have attempted the confusion and ruin of such innocent unmeriting a People as we.
The most barbarous Inhabitants of the world can't parallel their inhumane Massacres: the most desperate wretches in Hell can't exceed their practis'd Cruelties. These Hell-bred Salamanders delight onely in ruining fires; these patrisating Children of the grand Murderer, love no drink like the fulsome liquor of Innocents bloud; these Apostates from humane nature, can solace themselves with no pleasures like the tormenting butcherings of harmless Saints. How ⟨p. 99⟩cruel are their tender mercies! how savage is their sweetest carriage to those that submit not to that burdensome yoak that neither we nor our Fathers could bear! What love can answer the kindness of our God in giving escapes from these merciless Lions, from these pictures of malicious Satan, and fire-breathing Dragons of the infernal Pit? Can we do less than make our selves compleat Holocausts by the flames of ascending affections, to our gracious God, who hath delivered us from being Sacrifices to these most cruel beasts of prey? Had not these men been thus degenerated from merciful Humanity into belluine Ferocity, they could never have attempted the confusion and ruine of such innocent unmeriting a People as we.