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A funeral sermon on the death of that pious gentlewoman Mrs. Judith Hamond Late…
A funeral sermon on the death of that pious gentlewoman Mrs. Judith Hamond Late wife of the Reverend Mr. George Hamond, minister of the Gospel in London. By John Howe, minister of the same Gospel.
London: printed for Tho. Parkhurst, 1696
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.
1. Do we find this saying in the Sacred Word of God, that Death is to be swallowed up in victory. Then we are not to doubt, but so it shall be. A plenary assent is to be given to it. But what sort of assent? not that which arises from the sight of our Eye. If that were to be our only Informer, we see no such thing; but quite the contrary. That represents Death to us as the only Conqueror. It visibly swallows up all in Victory, wheresoever it makes a seizure. Nothing stands before it! We behold it turning every where living Men and Women like our selves into breathless lumps of Earth! It irresistibly introduces it self, and Life is fled, and gone! Such as conversed with us, walked to and fro amongst us, reasoned, discoursed with us, managed business, pursued designs, delighted themselves with us, and gave us delight, become Deaths Captives before our Eyes, are bound in its bands, and we cannot redeem them, nor save our selves. Where then is this swallowing up of Death in Victory? which is it self so constantly Victorious!
1. Do we find this saying in the Sacred Word of God, that Death is to be swallow'd up in victory. Then we are not to doubt, but so it shall be. A plenary assent is to be given to it. But what sort of assent? not that which arises from the sight of our Eye. If that were to be our only Informer, we see no such thing; but quite the contrary. That represents Death to us as the only Conquerour. It visibly swallows up all in Victory, wheresoever it makes a seizure. Nothing stands before it! We behold it turning every where living Men and Women like our selves into breathless lumps of Earth! It irresistibly introduces it self, and Life is fled, and gone! Such as convers't with us, walk't to and fro amongst us, reason'd, discourst with us, manag'd business, pursu'd designs, delighted themselves with us, and gave us delight, become Deaths Captives before our Eyes, are bound in its bands, and we cannot redeem them, nor save our selves. Where then is this swallowing up of Death in Victory? which is it self so constantly Victorious!
Our Reason may tell us it shall not be always and universally so, but it flutters, and hallucinates. 'Tis the Divine Word that must at last put the matter out of doubt; and our Faith therein, which is the substance of what we hope for, and the evidence of what