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The Christians labour and reward, or, A sermon, part of which was preached at…
The Christians labour and reward, or, A sermon, part of which was preached at the funeral of the Right Honourable the Lady Mary Vere, relict of Sir Horace Vere, Baron of Tilbury, on the 10th of January, 1671, at Castle Heviningham in Essex by William Gurnall ...
London: printed by J.M. for Ralph Smith, 1672
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.
I have but a word or two to speak of her gracious behaviour in her last Sickness, and I shall say no more of this Honourable Person; her Pains was strong, but her Patience stronger; never was she heard to mutter, or utter any repining word; but justified God in all his proceedings with her. Yea more, she was much in admiring and blessing God for his Mercies, in her acutest Pains and greatest Agonies. How doth this Blessed Soul now Carol forth the Praises of God in Heaven? who could sing them so sweetly, while ⟨p. 146⟩these sharp Thorns were at her Breast? that could keep her Heart in tune for this high note, in her greatest bodily pains and dolours? She was not without assaults from Satan: it were strange indeed, if he should not have considered this Precious Servant of Christ, and not offered her some disturbance at this time, whom he had found so great and old an enemy to him, and his Kingdom of darkness; but he came only to be beaten back with shame, and to add more Trophies to all her former Victories over him. The last words which, I find, were observed to be spoken by her, (before a sleeping Lethargy seized on her poor spent body, (which in two days carried her off the stage of this life) were, How shall I do to be thankful? how shall I do to praise my God? Thus she ended her life here, in the exercise of that Duty, which was to be her constant endless work in that life she was now entering into.
I have but a word or two to speak of her gracious behaviour in her last Sickness, and I shall say no more of this Honourable Person; her Pains was strong, but her Patience stronger; never was she heard to mutter, or utter any repining word; but justified God in all his proceedings with her. Yea more, she was much in admiring and blessing God for his Mercies, in her acutest Pains and greatest Agonies. How doth this Blessed Soul now Carol forth the Praises of God in Heaven? who could sing them so sweetly, while ⟨p. 146⟩these sharp Thorns were at her Breast? that could keep her Heart in tune for this high note, in her greatest bodily pains and dolours? She was not without assaults from Satan: it were strange indeed, if he should not have considered this Pretious Servant of Christ, and not offered her some disturbance at this time, whom he had found so great and old an enemy to him, and his Kingdom of darkness; but he came only to be beaten back with shame, and to add more Trophies to all her former Victories over him. The last words which, I find, were observed to be spoken by her, (before a sleeping Lethargy seised on her poor spent body, (which in two days carried her off the stage of this life) were, How shall I do to be thankful? how shall I do to praise my God? Thus she ended her life here, in the exercise of that Duty, which was to be her constant endless work in that life she was now entring into.