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Death unstung a sermon preached at the funeral of Thomas Mowsley, an apothecary, who…
Death unstung a sermon preached at the funeral of Thomas Mowsley, an apothecary, who died July, 1669 : with a brief narrative of his life and death : also the manner of Gods dealings with him before and after his conversion : drawn up by his own hand and published / by James Janeway ...
London: printed for Dorman Newman, 1669
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.
6. He that makes it his business to live to Christ, to him to dye shall be gain. God is often times better, but never worse than his word: And hath he not made many promises to them that diligently seek him? Hath he not said that their labours shall not be in vain in the Lord? The Christian is running, and he shall at last obtain the Prize, the Crown he fights for, he shall have; fear not Christian, quit thy self bravely, win it and wear it; what though it be wrapped ⟨p. 21⟩up in Cypress? its beauty shall not be Veiled long. What though Death with his cold and dirty hand set it upon thy head? it will sit as neat, and as fast, as an Almighty hand can make it. What though the Vessel be tossed and broke? it shall come safe with its Rich Lading, to the desired Harbour. Condemn not. O you foolish World, these spiritual Merchants, till you know what their returns are, when their burden is delivered; but imitate them, till you can find a more glorious Prize, than Heaven, a better happiness than God can give, and a Kingdom that will last longer, than Eternity: Psal. 63.8. Psal. 90.14.
6. He that makes it his business to live to Christ, to him to dye shall be gain. God is often times better, but never worse than his word: And hath he not made many promises to them that diligently seek him? Hath he not said that their labours shall not be in vain in the Lord? The Christian is running, and he shall at last obtain the Prize, the Crown he fights for, he shall have; fear not Christian, quit thy self bravely, win it and wear it; what though it be wrapped ⟨p. 21⟩up in Cypress? its beauty shall not be Vailed long. What though Death with his cold and dirty hand set it upon thy head? it will sit as neat, and as fast, as an Almighty hand can make it. What though the Vessel be tost and broke? it shall come safe with its Rich Lading, to the desired Ha•b•ur. Condemn not. O you foolish World, these spiritual Merchants, till you know what their returns are, when their burden is deliver'd; but imitate them, till you can finde a more glorious Prize, than Heaven, a better happiness than God can give, and a Kingdom that will last longer, than Eternity: