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Right thoughts in sad hours representing the comforts and the duties of good men…
Right thoughts in sad hours representing the comforts and the duties of good men under all their afflictions; and particularly, that one, the untimely death of children: in a sermon delivered at Charles-town, New England; under a fresh experience of that calamity.Right thoughts in sad hours representing the comforts and the duties of good men under all their afflictions; and particularly, that one, the untimely death of children: in a sermon delivered at Charls-town, New England; under a fresh experience of that calamity.
London: printed by James Astwood, 1689
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.
And it is a favour, if so much as one of our Children be left alive unto us. Let not the sense of one Trouble swallow up the sense of a Thousand Mercies. The Mother from whom a violent Death has taken one of her two Children, may immediately Embrace the other and say, Blessed be God that has left me this! But once more, Is the gone Infant an only Child? Are we now ready to sigh, All is gone! Nay, Thou hast but a poor All, if this were All. I hope, thy only Child is not thy only Joy. If thou hast ever passed through the New Birth, the sense of thy Soul is, One Jesus ⟨p. 52⟩is worth Ten Children; yea, One Christ is worth Ten Worlds. What tho' all thy Candles are put out! The Sun, the Sun of Righteousness is arising to thy Soul for ever. An undone Man art thou indeed! that hast thy little Glass of Water spilled or spoiled, while thou hast a Fountain, a Living Fountain running by thy Door! The blessed God calls thee, My Child; and that is infinitely better than, A Name of Sons and of Daughters.
And it is a favour, if so much as one of our Children be left alive unto us. Let not the sense of one Trouble swallow up the sense of a Thousand Mercies. The Mother from whom a violent Death has taken one of her two Children, may immediately Embrace the other and say, Blessed be God that has left me this! But once more, Is the gone Infant an only Child? Are we now ready to sigh, All is gone! Nay, Thou hast but a poor All, if this were All. I hope, thy only Child is not thy only Ioy. If thou hast ever passed through the New Birth, the sense of thy Soul is, One Iesus ⟨p. 52⟩is worth Ten Children; yea, One Christ is worth Ten Worlds. What tho' all thy Candles are put out! The Sun, the Sun of Righteousness is arising to thy Soul for ever. An undone Man art thou indeed! that hast thy little Glass of Water spil'd or spoil'd, while thou hast a Fountain, a Living Fountain running by thy Door! The blessed God calls thee, My Child; and that is infinitely better than, A Name of Sons and of Daughters.